Offsides A Forbidden Summer Novels & Stories

Touching without consent. A hand grabbed my ass. I froze. Turned. Another grab. Another face too close. Kick. Shout. Run. Then someone slammed into me from behind— and I was airborne. Splash. The cold water wrapped around me like a coffin. It filled my mouth, my lungs. My scream was swallowed whole. “Help!” I screamed, thrashing. No one moved. They just… watched. Like I was part of the show. I can’t swim. I can’t—

The discrepancy in the floor plan was merely a simple error by the renovation company. Every accusation I made was dismissed as subjective speculation and illegally obtained recordings. As Celeste sat below and listened, a faint, smug smile tugged at the corner of her lips. When it was Adam's turn, he didn't rush to argue. Instead, he simply handed the judge a new piece of proof. "Your Honor, the previous videos and floor plans can be debated, but money doesn't lie." He presented bank statements and a copy of a property purchase agreement. "These are financial records from the defendant, Ms. Beaumont's company business account.

I was about to close up as it was late and I had planned a movie night with my family, I needed to move now before the kids were too tired to spend time. I heard the door and I had forgotten to put the closed sign on the door and I saw Summer, she had scars on her throat and face, but it was her and I said, "Summer," and she nodded, "Yes," and smiled. I hugged her and closed the door, locking it and she mind-linked someone, then saw Delta Toffe appear and I bowed saying, "Your Highness." I was shocked that she knew the Supremes and was fascinated at the same time, I offered them to sit and tell me why it was so important that they had to pop in on me. I realized that Summer had no voice and

Frank was about to open his when the light went off. Mom asked us not to panic and send the waiters to get the lights fixed. We waited for the light to come on. Frank was so anxious to get engaged to his ex-wife. He suggested everyone bring out their phones and switch on their flashlight. That wasn't a bad plan, however, I can't possibly let him get engaged right. I shifted a little to him. He pulls out the ring from the box and when he tried to fix the ring on Nina's fingers, I slapped it out of his hands, it falls, and I also had mine tossed away too.

The sand was searingly hot, forcing them to move quickly toward the blue-and-white striped umbrellas that marked their territory. Scarlett was the first to shed her cover-up. She was wearing a crimson bikini that looked more like adventurous swimwear. Her hips swaying as she laid out her towel close to Jayden’s. "It’s breathtaking, isn't it, Jay?" Scarlett purred, shielding her eyes as she looked out at the horizon. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of sun screen, holding it out toward him with a smile. My shoulders are already starting to sting." Lena, sitting on the edge of her lounge chair, felt a sharp prick of irritation. She fumbled with her sunglasses.

"The game's tomorrow. I've got a car coming for you at noon—takes you straight to the stadium, drops you at the suite. Sasha and the girls are already confirmed, so you'll have company." "The suite?" "Yeah. Owner's box. Best seats in the house." He turns, spatula pointing at me. "You're gonna see your brother make plays. Try to look impressed." I laugh. "I'll try my best." "And you." Callum points at Caleb. "No distractions. We need this win." Caleb raises his coffee in a mock toast. "Would I ever distract you?" "Every damn day." I hide my smile behind my mug. Under the counter, Caleb's hand finds my knee, squeezes once, then disappears. A secret. A promise. A beginning.

On the way to the hospital in my daughter's car, my legs felt cramped, so I adjusted the angle of the passenger seat. A second later, I heard a soft snap from beneath the seat. A toothpick had broken. I jumped in fright as my daughter, Marissa Langford, slammed on the brakes, her face turning pale. "Why would you touch that? Tyler set that seat to a specific position on purpose. He uses it to check whether another man has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?" Realizing I'd caused trouble for her marriage, I immediately sent Tyler Ashford, my son-in-law, an apology. Hours passed without a reply. Eventually, all I received was a cold laughing emoji.

I needed to push harder, needed to test the limits, needed to make sure that by the time these two weeks were over there would be no friendship left to mend, no relationship that could survive what we were doing. My fork slipped from my fingers, not an accident this time, completely deliberate, and it clattered to the deck. "Oops," I said, and I slid under the table before anyone could offer to help. Down here in the shadows I let my hand drift up Kian's thigh and wrap around him through his swim trunks, and I felt him go rigid, felt him get hard under my palm in seconds. I took my time, stroking once, twice, feeling him throb, before I retrieved my fork and emerged with an innocent expressi

How could she possibly want to get involved? But now, seeing Summer shove Dora to the ground, she could no longer hold back. “Don’t you know what you’ve done? And you still dare to act wild in the Wright family!” Summer said, “Yes, I’m an outsider to the Wright family!” The word “outsider” struck both Fiona and Dora where it hurt. Fiona was furious and slapped Summer across the face again. “We treated you like family, but you were never worthy of it!” When Fiona said this, her voice was full of pain too.

I gave him a tight smile, nothing more, and he seemed to read it correctly enough, nodding once like he'd gotten whatever answer he'd come looking for. "Cool. Tell her I said hey." He clapped a hand briefly on my shoulder, nodded at Tony without much warmth at all, and headed off toward the bar without waiting for a response. "That guy," Tony muttered once he was out of earshot, shaking his head with the kind of old, low-grade disgust that clearly predated tonight by years. "God. We overlapped a couple summers at that sailing camp our parents were obsessed with. Kid never met a room he didn't need to be the loudest person in."