Neymar Jr Young Novels & Stories

“Now, Jackson.” Jackson falls in line with me. “Ever heard of the football player, Neymar?” I start. Jackson’s steps falter. Some of that faux confidence fizzles out and his chest deflates. “He used to play for PSG or so. I’m not sure what club he plays for now.” We stop in front of my office. I open the door for him to enter first. “One time, Neymar broke the internet,” I resume.

; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} ~Moji~ I wasn't dreaming. I was about to kiss Neymar, my crush. It felt too good to be true but that's exactly what's about to happen and the good thing was that it wasn't a dream. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his lips closing in around mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face already. "MOJI!!!"

Neymar intervened. Neymar's response left me speechless, fighting the battle for me. I almost laughed but held myself back. “Stop me then,” Louis challenged, taking powerful steps toward Miles's door. Neymar quickly blocked her way. She struggled and pushed him, but he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her aside. Her hair was now messy, a satisfying sight for me. Louis rearranged herself, acting as if she was leaving after being defeated, making Neymar lose his focus. She sprinted and dashed into Miles's office.

Damian's video is flying with mixed reactions from users, he's indeed the lord of controversy, why have I got entangled in this mess? “How about we go see your mum”? Neymar said, he grinned, like a man happy to meet his in-laws. “Okay” I answered, maybe I also needed a car, Neymar yellow bugatti screams elegance, after all he's the highest paid basketball player in SWU. In no time we arrived at the hospital, and as we walked into the large reception, my heartbeat quickened. Last month my mum battled cancer, but thanks to Damian money, she was able to live.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Yeah, So not weird. “I have to go back to the table.” I slid away easily or that was what I thought. Because Mr Young pulled me back by my wrist and without missing a beat, grabbed my hips and placed me on the counter - like I weighed a feather. He was standing too close for my liking, I had never seen him up this close. I could see everything, his dark long eyelashes that connected to his eyelid or the way his eye colour seemed lighter and fuller. Mr Young is indeed the most beautiful man in the whole universe, there was a small frown on lips which I wanted to smoothe over so much.

“You are just going to lie again.” “For fucks sake, listen to me, woman,” he said, his voice a bit over the top. He clenched his teeth and tried to breathe. “I'm Neymar. Nicholas' identical twin brother. “ He emphasised each word. I raised a brow. I wasn't aware Nicholas had a twin.