Offside Hearts Novels & Stories

Callum crosses the goal line with nobody within five yards of him. The stadium goes insane. I stand in the pocket, frozen, staring. 'It worked. Oh my god. It worked.' Then Callum turns around in the end zone. Finds me across the field. Points straight at my chest. I point back. --- CALLUM 24 to 17. Extra point is good. 24 to 21, Crestfield. Their last drive stalls at midfield. Ortega knocks down a fourth down pass, and the clock bleeds out second by second until the stadium shakes with noise.

He blew air to her and the candle went off. The fear he smelled, made him happy. This was the very game , he was waiting for. “Prince Ivar? Are you there??” She took a step backwards and stammered “I-I know Y..you are in here.” Really did she?

"It's a good thing you won't be able to see your mate again, and it's also good for her. She'll be free of the pain you've caused her everyday." I then shifted and ripped out his throat, before I began clawing at his chest till I got to his heart. I shifted back as I ripped it out of his chest. I bowed my head down at the deck. "Protect his mate and may he get what he deserves in hell." I muttered, before I sat back up and took a bite out of his heart. I was still eating it, when Marlowe and the rest of the crew came back with crates. I could smell blood coming from one. Pigs blood. I ate the last of the heart and stood up.

I did turn my back on them. But that doesn't mean I don't miss them every day. My eyes move to a picture of Tripp and I. it's a Polaroid from four years back. It was at New Year's Eve and Tripp just got a call that could led to his big break. We looked so happy. I was so happy. I wonder where that happy girl went and if she will ever come back. ~~~. "What's on my schedule today?" Scarlett walks into the office in a pink pantsuit and a white silk shirt, looking as unbelievable as ever. Her hair is half up and half down and she has a bold red lipstick on. "Audrey?"

I looked up at the pair who seemed engrossed in their conversation. Japs suddenly stood up beside me and called out to Christine, waving her over. Simultaneously, they both turned to our area, causing me to reluctantly stand up, my heart pounding as Dawzon's intense gaze fixed on me, making me clutch my chest. He waved back at us, while Dawzon got ready to return to the game, eliciting another deafening cheer from his fans. The game concluded with Dexter's team winning. Since it was just a tune-up game, they would have another match at our school the following week.

My heart skipped a beat, and I found myself holding my breath, unable to look away. But Thrystan quickly refocused, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he drove Sirius back toward the barrier. Another exchange of strikes, and this time, Thrystan's blade grazed Sirius’s shoulder, drawing a thin line of blood. The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable. "He's going to win," Ahvi breathed beside me, her hands clutching her cloak tightly.

Joshua stood next. "So we lose after trying." Sam nodded once. "I can live with that." One by one, everybody got back onto their feet not because they suddenly believed they could win but because they had finally decided they were allowed to fight first. KNOCK. Every head turned toward the door and another knock followed. Coach walked over and opened it and a tournament official stood outside holding a clipboard. He adjusted his glasses before reading. "International Development Unit..." He looked down. "...The Frost Wolves." Nobody answered, the official frowned.

Into reality. There was no applause in the back halls of the stadium. No cheers, no cameras, no crowd. Just grayish walls, fluorescent ceiling lights, and the muted, dull squeak of rubber soles beneath his feet. Every sound was muffled, every movement heavier—because the world was no longer watching. Only the three of them remained.

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

“I've fucking heard this a hundred times.” The office went strangely quiet. Both their eyes were fixed on him. Never had Olivia heard him speak as loudly as he had just done. But despite that, she wasn't sure she would be able to back down now. She wouldn't leave until that blank contract file on the table was signed by both of them. "So what, if I caused this, is that enough reason for me to settle for a mere stranger I barely even know? She isn't even that attractive." “Noah,” Olivia called out to him.