Jockstraps Stories Novels & Stories

Edward spoke, more of a statement than a question. As the bar was relatively quiet at this time of day, Edward struck up conversation with his new patrons. Jack and Jill gave a short story that today was their birthdays and how they had to leave Old George and try to make something over themselves now that they'd become adults. Edward listened genuinely and intently.

She's just human and she wants nothing but to live longer if she is given the chance to. Most investors of that project were wives of the conglomerates of NY City and they had been waiting for the result for a long time. During Ashley's absence, she was lucky that she managed to convince them to wait for a little longer and steal for time until she found her but not anymore. Their ultimatum was waving right in her face.

"Why?" So, Jerald recounted his harrowing tale to Jake, detailing every aspect of his captivity. He described the days he spent as Mostafa's prisoner, the atrocities committed by Mostafa and his thugs, and the relentless abuse he endured. Jerald revealed how he had navigated the treacherous waters of deception, pretending to follow Mostafa's orders while secretly searching for a way to escape. He shared the story of the fights he had engaged in, including the pivotal one that was meant to prove his loyalty to Mostafa's gang, and the dubious reward that came with it.

"It was the first time in years that I went to a legit hospital. They made me put this fucking thing on, which reminded me why I started avoiding those places to begin with!" They both started laughing, and Marino followed with a story of how he wound up in traction once, but he had no insurance card on him for the same reason. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Jaxon was joking with the man who, just an hour before, he had been fantasizing about killing!

Still, Cline doubted Jake would spill anything good without an audience. “It’s not so bad here,” Jake said after a while, picking at the chipped edge of his cot. “I’ve been in worse places.” Cline said nothing. Jake smirked. “You don’t talk much, do you? That’s all right. I can talk for both of us.” He kept at it for hours, stories about fights, women, and how he could’ve been Alpha if “things had gone differently.” He bragged about power he never had, alliances that never existed. By midnight, Cline had half a dozen recordings of Jake’s ramblings.

he growls, pulling me for a deep kiss, making my head spin. “I am yours, and I don’t want to be anyone else’s. I love you Fred, and I always will, but I need you to understand that this is bigger than you and me, this is bigger than us, I am fighting not just for me, but for every girl that was raped by a guy in sports and never got the justice she needed, I am doing this not just for me, or Marta, I am doing this for every girl that has had to endure the shame of being rapped and believes it was her fault because their money made it go away,” I let out and Fred nods.

he said the words slowly, one by one, as if time waited for him while looking at me intently. I was taken aback by his comments but I didn’t let him intimidate me. Instead, I smiled sweetly as I study him further. Jack Stokes has always been a prominent name in media industry. He used to be a war correspondent overseas and his experiences has hardened his shell. People said his body is here but his heart and mind still wished he’s there in the middle of the action. Unfortunately, his salt and pepper hair would disagree, leaving him with a dead set of eyes and unfulfilled dreams.

And if I say, the current scenario is kinda the same, Jenny and her investigation, the search for the mysterious killer isn't for the people who suffer, who become the victims and the dead leaf which even couldn't find their place in the earth. But the tuxedo man is breaking those limits and the borders, because even he doesn't give a hand to anything but he is with them, which makes him their partner. Jenny and Davis both see a square box made up of glass, and the glass was transparent, they could clearly see what was inside of that box. It was jewelry, something like a wristband made for the men in the old times when the empire was splitted in the 5 territories.

Jas cuffed him without looking, and he shut up for two heartbeats, which was a record. We loaded water at the pump that wheezed like a dying uncle. My forearms shook; my knee sent sparks. Do not show it. Do not stop. The bandage under my shirt dug into me on the left; I shifted subtly and secured it tighter through fabric with a fingernail. “Sprat,” Jas said at one point, not unkind, when my grip slid on wet wood. “Get your hands on right or lose your fingers trying.” “Considering it,” I said, and got them on right. A dock boy stared at me a hair too long. I stared back until he remembered he had a job.

The more he struggled, the tighter the knot became. Jack looked at Darryl with a cynical smile on his face. "Hahaha! Don't struggle. This is called the Soul Trap Knot. It isn’t something from The Nine Continent and there’s no way you can get rid of it, even if you are skilled!"