Romance Sports Novels & Stories

“Am not going to allow that, she’s mine and there’s nothing you can do about it,I don’t care about the prophesy,all I know is that she’s going nowhere. “What about our betrothal?” Lady Katherine asked, feigning sadness as her father wrapped her in his embrace. “I annulled it long ago,we were only Betrothed because of the spell but I have been healed,I can love now” he replied as I smirked inwardly.

“He doesn't like hockey. Honestly the only sport he genuinely enjoys watching is baseball.” “Ahh, is that how you ended up betting him?” Daniel’s brow is raised. like he’s a little more curious to know why Andre has so many questions about his boyfriend. But he laughs like its nothing, “yeah, he was panicking over an exam. I guaranteed he’d get an A+ and said when he did he had to come to one of my games as a thank you.” Daniel finishes his beer and rolls his eyes. “I literally gave him one of my jerseys to wear and he still pulled that shit.”

Recalling how stunningly handsome her husband was in beautiful Cancun, Mexico, she couldn't believe she was married and had fallen in love. Bridgette closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his flesh melding with hers as they became more and more one soul. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her as she breathed lightly between parted lips as Rome made wondrous love to her. No man had ever made her experience this rush of heat sweep from the soft core of her center and burst forth like fireworks. Yes, Bridgette remembers how she rose to meet Rome in a moment of uncontrolled passion. She was eager to respond in the fiery blaze he lit within her as they exploded into sheer blissfulness.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I looked away and smiled, as Grace came into view wearing a very low-cut red dress. "Couldn't you wear something less flashy?" I asked her. She shook her head. "I have an engagement after the race. Now I've truly found the perfect man. You'll love him when you meet him," she said to me. I furrowed my brow and just nodded. Grace and her strange romances. I turned around to see Hayden, who was already inside the car. I raised both hands to wave to him. I wanted to send him all my good vibes and all my love.

The intense pressure sets the romance into a raw, loving frenzy. His other hand drifts to my tit. He squeezes the flesh. He pinches the nipple. The sting shoots straight to my core. I scream. My body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts faster. His cock becomes an unstoppable force. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers fly to the floor in a chaotic flutter. He swells inside me. The thickness stretches me even further. My pussy pulses with wet heat. It clenches around him. He leans in. He kisses me deep. His tongue fucks my mouth. The taste of him blends coffee and pure want. The romance shines through. His love shows in every touch and every thrust. Our bodies dance in a beautiful rhythm of hea

This is all I want. Elsie brought her hands down to the front of his shirt, gently pressing against his muscular pecks. His firm muscles tightened beneath her hands, making her want him so badly that her legs trembled with anticipation. The kissing became more passionate by the second, like an upward roller coaster. Their tongues continued their sensual dance. There was an eagerness in their kiss, one that hadn't been there previously. It made it very clear to Elsie that he wanted this just as badly as she did.

Finish this for us. Martin’s throat tightened. He brought the paper to his lips, pressing a kiss there that felt both sacred and reckless. The scent of Damien’s cologne—something woody and subtle that he wore only on match days—still clung faintly to the edges. How many times had they done this? Passed notes like schoolboys, stealing glances across crowded rooms, their rings hidden under tape or gloves to avoid questions. The silver bands, simple and identical, were their quiet rebellion. Matching symbols of a commitment the sport’s old guard would never understand.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that