Nfl Rush Zone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Ezrah, for a time, I can help with your company, take time off and think of a plan, but you can’t allow Rush to win. His love is dangerous.” Ezrah’s eyes were glued to the report on his phone as he refilled his glass. “I know. I wanted to take it slow, but I think it’s time to pursue Zora the hard way,” he said with determination.

“She’s a goddamn Luna. You will show her the proper respect or I will take your throat where we stand." “I’d like to see you try. Beta,” spitting my rank with distaste. The air closed in around us. Underneath the wooden bleachers there was little space to spare, enclosed by support struts and scaffolding. Around us the crowds still chuntered about the body, trying to identify him. Revving hums deafened as those eager to avoid being entangled in a murder fled. Rush was raring to go, ready to prove this grey-eyed beast wasn’t anything special. Except unfortunately he is. Cillian needs him. Zena needs me not to kill him.

"OH GOD! CHASE! IT'S SO DEEP! YOU'RE HITTING MY HEART!" Chase was fast. He moved with the same speed he used on the field. His hips were a blur. The sound of their sex was a rapid-fire slap-slap-slap that drove the team into a crazy. "You like this speed, Quill? You like how fast I can work you?"

"If there's time, you can get them all off again for another explosive orgasm. Okay?" "Okay." She says, then snaps out of it and grabs my arm. "Let's go, Nick!" She almost yells, dragging me towards the stadium exit. It takes a while to negotiate through the crowd and when we get to the bus, some of the players are already there. This has got to be a record for the fastest showers after a college football game. Danae spots the quarterback sitting on the aisle, next to one of the black linemen. She runs down the aisle towards him, shedding her skirt and top on the way. Plopping down on his lap, she kisses his lips as she straddles his legs, rubbing her hairless pussy against the front of his

The air around me was getting tensed and I could only feel myself heating up. I scroll down the pictures and come in contact with a video. My hands were shaking as I pressed play. This can't be true. It's him. It's Collins. I look up at him then at my glass. With one shot, I take in the full liquid and empty my glass. I drop it back on the table, angrily, not caring about the loud noise it made. I grab my purse and stomp out of the restaurant. "Jane." He called from behind.

Just as I was about to drive out of the parking lot, I saw Asher standing in my way near the exit. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Instead of slowing down, I shifted into high gear. My foot slammed on the accelerator, and the car surged forward with a deafening roar. Nyssa panicked. “Raven! What are you doing? Stop the car!” She grabbed my arm as her eyes darted frantically between Asher and me. I could hear Nyssa’s voice distantly, but her words dissolved into the roar of the engine and the fury pounding in my head. The car charged straight at Asher. The distance between us closing in a heartbeat. The rush of adrenaline blurred everything but the sight of him standing challe

Lock me up and get me pregnant? As if he can read my mind, the car instantly stops with enough force that I forcefully jerk forward. His angry eyes find mine, and I cautiously watch his clenched jaw. It's as if he can eat me whole within the snap of a finger. I don't wait any longer, I quickly push the door open and rush out. My first instinct is to run, but as if he senses it, Zane grabs my arms and pins me to the car. "Let me go, please," I murmur, and his eyes soften instantly.

Her skin was bruised and raw beneath his hands as he brushed her temples, shoulders, face. Raven pressed her hands to his chest, tracing the coiled muscle and the storm beneath, whispering urgently a command wrapped in desire: “End him slowly.” Jaxon nodded once, low, decisive, as if a fuse had been lit. Raven’s lips grazed his jaw. “I’ll be waiting. Don’t take too long.” Jean moved her toward the SUVs, keeping her shielded, but Raven’s eyes never left the center of the floor, never left Zane or the predator who had claimed her heart and body.

Even with four powerful assassins holding them back, Zen and Damian barely escaped the hundreds of hounds. Looking back while running, Zen noticed how the night hounds would not pass a certain line. They eventually slowed down and stopped. Was there an invisible barrier marking the safe zone? Stopping suddenly, Zen turned back. Damian was startled but realised how Zen was already locked in with his plan. He would not change his mind now that it was made up. “Shoot them for me if I’m wrong,” the gamer told Damian. “I want to test the boundaries of the safe zone.” A safe zone… reminded Zen about his luck in the opening ceremony when he escaped Sasha. It’s funny how the tables were turned, and

All three men nod at me and I nod back with a smile. I look at Zeke and he mouths the words 'four minutes' at me and I feel a rush of excitement. I look towards the house and my heart stops. I take off running, hearing the gasps of the crowd and I feel their stares following me. But I don't care. I vamp speed and I skid to a stop beside Morana. Shoving Jeremy aside, I lean over Bronwen who is laying on the ground in Alec's eye. “Bron! Baby, open your eyes.”