Novel & Cerita Nfl Rush Zone Fanfiction

I could be an assassin, I could try to kill him anytime. ‘Oh, just touch him already!’ Zinnia snapped. She briefly pushed her demand forward, leading to me reaching forward completely to touch him. I was so close to grazing my fingernails on his cheek when his hand shot out with the speed of light. He grabbed my hand tight, dropping the glass in his other hand and shooting that hand forward, he slammed it against my forehead.

I state and he nods. We circle each other waiting for Harper to give the word to start, “BEGIN.” She shouts and Zane advances first going for my waist, I run at him and jump pushing off his shoulders I flip over him and kicking his back as I land pushing him face first on the ground. I hop on my feet waiting for him to get up my adrenaline now pumping.

~Ryder~ I gripped the wheel so hard steering creaked under my palms, foot mashed to the floor like if I drove fast enough I could outrun the image of Skylar being dragged into the dark. Zane was shotgun, silent for once, staring out the window like he was counting streetlights to keep from punching me himself. Mila was in the back, knees up, phone clutched like a lifeline, muttering curses every time we hit a red light.

I’m the dude who hits people so the fast guys can run. But right then, the field opened up. Their linebacker dove for my legs. I hurdled him — not pretty, but enough. Their safety took a bad angle, expecting a slower player. I cut inside of him, shoulders burning, heart slamming. I could hear the crowd. Screaming. Feet pounding in the metal stands. The band starting to play something and then cutting off again. The end zone got closer. Five yards. Three. I crossed the line and didn’t even realize it until a ref’s arms shot up beside me.

“You don’t own me, Gaffey. You never had me. I am not a prize to be won.” In that moment, I see a flicker of doubt in her eyes, a crack in the facade. But it’s not enough. I can feel the tension in the air, the dangerous edge of desperation. Just as Gaffey lunges for me, I catch a glimpse of Nina sprinting toward the car. “Go!” I roar, and it spurs her to move faster. “Stop!” Gaffey shrieks. I launch myself at her, our bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs and fury.

ZANE’S POV The rink was my sanctuary, the only place where the world’s noise dulled to a low hum. My skates carved the ice, each stride a desperate bid to outrun the chaos in my head. The Blizzard’s practice facility echoed with the sharp crack of pucks and the shouts of teammates, but I barely heard them. My mind was a storm—Lila Harper’s hazel eyes, her defiant mouth, the way she’d shuddered under me last night.

Ronan's Point Of View The training grounds blurred as I sprinted away, my boots kicking up dust, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. The pain in my chest wasn’t fading... it was growing, spreading, burning through me like wildfire. Zane. His name echoed in my mind, a desperate, frantic beat that drowned out everything else. Something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong.

Her tone turned sweet as honey as she murmured, "Look, Rush... you are the strongest and most desirable person I know, honey. But how about we have the diner first? And then go home to do whatever you want to do?" "We will do it again after getting home." Rush smirked and pulled down her panties, his fingers finding her centre of pleasure, "I will get you ready for me then." As the assault of fingers started, Eva gritted her teeth in frustration and anger, "You...! You are such a monster Rush Hemsworth!" An Hour Later

“You’re not alone. Let’s get out there. Everything will be forgotten once the game starts.” *** “I’ve got it,” I scream as I jump to catch the ball and start sprinting towards the goal. Moments later, I grunt in agony as I’m sideswiped and tackled to the ground a mere yard from my destination. “Would you really let me fuck you? Because damn girl, you’re fine. No one could know, though. Jarek would beat my ass,” Zane whispers in my ear, stands and lends me his hand to help me up. My face heats and I’m sure I’m beet red from embarrassment. “Uh…”

This was Zayn‘s opportunity to kill the Murican. Having injured Adam severely, Zayn wished to carry on with his assault and end him for good. Adam’s pupils constricted. He could feel an intense sense of danger and heard a loud rumbling noise coming from the ground. Zayn was charging toward him at an extremely high speed, so fast that he stirred up thick dust from the ground as he ran.