Offside Avery Keelan Novels & Stories

he said, gesturing at Neal who was now looking at them. Avery sighed. Her son Neal could read lips and if he was staring, then he was listening to their discussion. She shouldn't be interested since she wasn't Raina, or have not yet confirmed who she really was, but she was. Avery didn’t like the way he said that though. Like he knew more than he should. Her maternal instincts prickled with warning. “You’ve said enough,” she said. “And I don’t owe you anything, Kelvin. I didn’t ask for this. You showed up. You pushed this.”

The morning was cool still, the particular September cool that burned off by ten and left no evidence it had ever existed. I looked at the turf. I said: "Derek Paulson." I felt Callum go still beside me. Not moving. Just present. Listening. "Freshman year. He was a kicker. Walk on, not scholarship, came from a small town in Kentucky on a preferred walk on offer that he had worked four years to earn." I kept my eyes on the turf. "He was the first person I actually liked at this school. Not liked because he was useful. Not liked because he ran in the right circles or had the right last name or made me look good by association." I paused. "He was just easy to be around. Funny. He had no agenda

Kathleen promises, scuttling over to her bag and fishing out a white babydoll blouse. She practically runs back to Avery who is slipping out of her blazer and unbuttoning more buttons on her shirt. "You slide the shirt off; I'll put this over your head at the same time," Kathleen nods, and Avery exhales slowly. I can't believe we're doing this, Sonya sighs. It's this, or we faint like Zeph did, Avery reminds her, and her wolf becomes a lot happier with the idea of their striptease then. Mindlinking a countdown, Avery rips her shirt off at the same time as Kathleen forces the babydoll blouse over her head.

He took three long, sweeping strides, building immediate, effortless velocity as he headed toward the far blue line. High in the gallery, the compliance officer raised his tablet, the camera lens tracking the elegant, black-clad silhouette of the skater as he began his first pattern. Liam didn't look up. He deep-edged into his back inside crossover, the tape across his collarbone pulling tight, holding the fractured bone in a rigid, flawless alignment. He reached the center line, transitioned onto his landing edge, and prepped for the triple Axel. *No lag.*

"They'll respect you. You beat me in a one-on-one, Kelsey. In this team, that's a better introduction than any— look, just come. You don't have to stay long." She studied me for a moment. "Why?" she asked. The word was direct. She always did that. No cushioning, no deflection. Just: *why*. Like she was doing a load-bearing calculation on the intention before agreeing to stand on it. "Because," I said carefully, "I want to know you outside of study sessions and the house. I want my team to know you. I want—" I stopped. Recalibrated. "I think you'd actually like Jared. He's the only other person on the team who reads for fun."

“What do you think about Kevin?” Immediately, Avery brightened. “I like Kevin!” Katelyn smiled faintly. “Why?” “Because he’s funny.” Avery grinned happily. “And he lets me play games on his phone.” “Is that all?.” “And he buys me fries when I come to the hospital.” Avery giggled loudly. Then suddenly, her expression turned thoughtful.Like she was putting pieces together inside her little head. And before Katelyn could prepare herself, Avery asked. “Is Kevin gonna be my dad?”

"The fact that I'm already waiting in anticipation should make me feel ashamed but it doesn't.I love what you do to my body and so much more." The house was already filled with friends and family of Kent and Catalina when they arrived Avery got introduce to half of them,somewhere along the way she got separated from Alex.Now she's standing with Catalina and a few of her friends Avery tried to take part in the conversation but it proved difficult because the egg is on and instead of concentrating on what's being said her attention is directed down there.

“I’ve got something to tell you." Kylan's words replayed in Ava's mind like a love song on repeat. 'Something to tell me?' She mused, her heart galloping like a horse against her ribs. Her mind was reeling with thoughts, so she didn't respond to Kylan immediately. He arched an eyebrow and asked, "You don't want to?" “I didn’t bring my swimsuit,” Ava replied. Kylan smirked as he got up, grabbing the hem of his shirt before sliding it off, revealing a sculpted chest and toned abdomen.

"You look pale. What did Juliet say to you?" Avery didn't answer right away. She walked past me, her heels clicking softly against the thick rug, and stood by the massive glass window. She looked out at the city skyline for a long moment before she turned around to face me. She reached into her purse, pulled out a small piece of paper with a list of account numbers scribbled on it, and set it flat on my desk. "She told me I traded one master for another," Avery said, her voice quiet but remarkably steady. "She told me that you didn't close the Sophia file. She said you still have active offshore accounts in Panama that you used to buy up Woods-Global stock right before we met."

Isaac chimed in, earning nods of approval from the rest of us. "As much as I adore that one," Avery added, "I have to go with 'Rebel Love Song.' For as long as I can remember, it's always reminded me to be young and free." As soon as Avery said this, I noticed Mr. Fayer glance at Kalix, who shifted uncomfortably beside him. Max, sitting on Mr. Fayer's other side, couldn't help but smirk at his best friend's discomfort under the warning glare of his girlfriend's father.