Novelas y relatos de Offside Hearts

A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and filthy, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last time, and some are about every single time in between. What they all share: heat. Hunger. The moment when wanting becomes having. Short, filthy and unforgettable.

The day my aunt suffered heart failure, my father had my mother strapped to an operating table and forcibly took her heart, giving it to my aunt and buying her another ten years of life. That day, I left home and devoted myself to my studies. I eventually entered the medical research institute with the highest score in the entire country. Ten years later, I developed an artificial heart and became a highly sought-after medical expert. Countless people came to me, desperate for a chance to receive one of my artificial hearts. One day, my assistant handed me the latest application list. At the very top of the list was my aunt's name. I picked up my pen and crossed it out. "Denied. And put

Noah watched me. "What is it?" "A name." "Whose?" "I'm not sure." I searched it. The first results were unrelated people with similar names. I adjusted the spelling, checked the company records and tried again. The name appeared in another document connected to the same offshore address. Then a second record showed the same connection. I turned the laptop towards Noah. "Your management agency is connected to this address." He studied the screen. "Where is it?" "Offshore. The company is registered there through an agent."

Alex answered. "And that's because I truly love you..." Sylvia said and Alex interrupted immediately. "Stop it, how many times have I told you that I have zero feelings for you?" "That girl in there... is the person my heart beats for, I have known that I will find her one day" "And this is the day, so please I would advise you to move on with your life please" Alex concluded. "Alex, you are rejecting me?" Sylvia said to him. "Sorry but am not rejecting you because we are not mated to be with each other"

"Do you understand me? Simeon swallows, his heart hammering against his ribs. His chest hurts, that angry, painful mix of anger and disappointment that the one person in the world he should be able to trust is standing here warning him against helping the only person to treat him decently. It feels like a betrayal, yet he makes himself nod, keeping his head down.

he nodded and then his eyes lit up again. “How about tomorrow night?” “Busy.” I just wanted him to get off my back. A lot of girls came by and asked him out, making it evident that he was definitely on the radar of each un-mated she-wolf. He declined each one of them and looked over at me to see if I would get jealous. I didn’t, though. “Why don’t you just accept one of them and leave me alone.” “Because my heart only wants you” “well I’m taken and not interested, so get over it”.

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.

“Don’t you ever mention my husband’s name.” Her eyes widened in shock filled with rage. “You stupid bitch!” She raised her hand to hit me, but Paige stepped between us in an instant. “You’re not touching her,” Paige said calmly, her body shielding mine. “Move, servant girl,” Stella sneered and shoved Paige. That was a mistake. Paige grabbed her wrist and leaned in. “Touch her, and I will hurt you.” Stella yanked her arm back and scoffed. “This isn’t over,” she hissed before storming off, heels clicking against the floor.

She had a clipboard, a headset, and the kind of calm that only comes from having survived a hundred disasters and learned none of them were worth panicking over. I jogged over. “Yep.” She didn’t look up. “We’re doing the alternate outro for ‘Silverline’ tonight. Jace wants the longer bridge. That means the guitar swap happens eight bars earlier. You got it?” “Eight bars earlier,” I repeated, and she finally flicked her gaze up to make sure I was tracking. “Good. Also, Micah’s in ear pack is cutting out. Audio’s on it. If he asks you for a fresh battery, you hand it over and keep moving. No stopping. No talking. We’re in show mode.”

Feet fast enough to blur, like his body was always just ahead of his thoughts. Too fast. Too reckless. Too goddamn young. Liam crossed his arms tighter, narrowing his eyes as Noah sprinted past the back line with a grin that didn’t belong here, not in this league, not on a rookie. “Watch the offside!” Liam barked, sharp and sudden. Noah barely turned his head. Just lifted a hand in a lazy, cocky little salute like he’d heard the command and decided it didn’t apply to him. Liam exhaled through his nose. He knew boys like that. He used to be one.