Perfect Catch Novels & Stories

Every attack met empty air. He wasn't even trying. "You've gotten slower." Her eye twitched. "I literally just woke up." "Excuses." She gritted her teeth and charged again. He sidestepped effortlessly. She lost her footing. Strong fingers closed around her elbow before she hit the mat. For a split second... She stiffened. Bella's words flashed through her mind again. 'He's barely using you.' Why did he catch her? Why stop her from falling? Before she could make sense of it...he'd already let go. "Watch your footing."

What kind of mess I am in now? ***************

Have we been caught in the act? ****

I walked into the room, carrying the tray while keeping my expression steady. As I passed Jonathan, he didn't react at all. It was as if he didn't recognize me. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and moved to William. Just as I was about to set his cup down and leave he suddenly grabbed my wrist. With my heart pounding, I looked up to meet his intense gaze. "Charlotte." I looked down and tried to pull my hand back, but his grip tightened. Matthew spoke up, "Mr. Reed, why are you grabbing my employee? If you're looking for trouble, then it's best that you leave."

When I slide my key into the lock, jiggling it in the specific way it needs to open, my fingers cramp from writing so many notes. Fantastic isn't enough a word to describe Pierro Rush's excellence in the game tonight. A master at work, he owned the ring. Dominated the stadium. He was excellence in motion, his sweat-slicked muscles bulging and his movements graceful, every punch he delivered so brutal, and yet... There was something missing. I was right. He wasn't fully there.

Not touching just there. Close. Waiting.

Tom stumbles, momentum throwing him off balance, and Flynn launches the ball in a tight spiral to Gideon downfield. The Perfect catch. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hide the smile tugging at my mouth. Around me, two of the younger players share a quick nod, like they’ve seen enough to believe this isn’t luck. Coach’s bark cuts through the field, an impressed look on his face “Again!” Flynn doesn’t gloat, doesn’t even look back at Tom. He just resets, attention already shifting to the next play. It shouldn’t get to me, this focus, this grace but it does, in a quiet, gnawing way.

I saw a gap— it was a small, quick, easy to miss. But I saw it. I sprinted into it, cutting diagonally between two defenders. The ball hit my foot and I felt everything slow— crowd noise fading into a watery blur. One chance. One heartbeat. One perfect pass. I slid my foot under the ball— guided it, curved it, released it— Straight to Mia, It was perfect. She charged, met the ball, and struck— a sharp, explosive kick.

It should be a downhill stroll at this point except for one major kick in the nuts—the last batter is the other team’s best hitter. I can tell the second I hear the crack of the bat that this is going to be a hard hit. I race to catch it, all of the adrenaline and focus I’ve been storing up propelling my body forward, faster than I thought I could run. Every thought of the past few months that I’ve used to motivate me comes racing along with me—Jane above everything else. I make a diving catch, snagging the ball.

said Mitko. I sent a powerful shot, at a difficult high angle. The ball went towards a corner of the walls, and there was no way any catcher could get it, but April lurched forward, her foot kicked against the building wall and literally bounced off into the air to catch it. "Wonderful!" roared Mitko. "Felik where you've been hiding these gems!? They're like ballerinas of baseball!" So the next Thursday - the first official round of the season, the Rejects was ready.