Soccer Novels Novels & Stories

I scroll to his flirty texts. Hot soccer legend: I miss your tits. Me: Wow. What about the rest of me? Me: also I’m in class you jerk. Hot soccer legend: I mean the rest of you is not that bad either. Me: Fuck off. Hot soccer legend: I’m just kidding. You know I like all the other parts of you. The way you taste. . .your touch, that feeling when I’m inside you. It turns me on just thinking about it. Fuck I want you Kayla.

He grins when he hears Isaac barrel his way back through the club. “Oi! I’m heading out early, yeah? You twats keep an eye on yourselves. Don’t cause any property damage! Mrs. Leslie is tired of handling it!” Callum poorly stifles a snicker at the chorus of agreement he hears from drunken footballers in the background. The property damage is mostly directed at Francisco, their striker from Guadalajara, and Joshua, their goalkeeper from Montreal. Somewhere between Joshua’s excessive height and Francisco’s excessive enthusiasm, they’ve managed to break a handful of tables at a handful of clubs, who were understandably less than pleased to deal with the aftermath. And god knows Mrs. Leslie does

The air smelled of rain on turf, foreign food from the stands, and the sharp, electric tang of anticipation mixed with hostility. Damien’s tactics were perfect — high press with quick recoveries, exploiting the European side’s tendency to overcommit on the wings. Martin felt the game in his bones, every movement carrying the memory of late-night sessions on their apartment tactics board, Damien’s voice low and focused, their knees touching under the table. The first goal came in the 27th minute: a sharp one-two with Kai, a drop of the shoulder, and a low drive into the far corner. 1-0. Martin didn’t run to the sideline this time. He pointed straight at Damien on the technical area, the gestu

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

I can't let this take any more time away from my life than it already has, she thought. As the minutes ticked by, Elsie noticed many people walking in and out of the hotel. Most of them were wearing Bandit's jerseys and hats, or at the very least they were sporting the team colors. It was the beginning of football season. Oliver would be playing his first game today. Dammit, Elsie, she told herself. Don't even think about him. Within a few minutes, her ride pulled up in a large black SUV. She got into the back seat with her luggage and was greeted by a young man with dark hair and a wide smile.

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Samanta shook her head hard, forcing herself to react. “I just realized that. Right now” she answered. “Piss off, Sam! That's his face on that sign” Carlos pointed his finger toward a huge sign placed high up on the entrance to a sporting goods store. “I knew it! His face kind of rang a bell” she muttered. “You've been watching the whole World Cup pre-elimination rounds with me. Not to mention the Champions League” Carlos showed his disdain. “Correction. I've been reading while you watched those games. You know I'm not a sports fan” his friend replied. “I'm sorry I failed to recognize a star soccer player.”

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Arielle let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, so we're inside your novel?" Ivana bit her lips as she tried to stifle her laugh. "Hmm," Arielle nodded. "Okay, stop it, I can't anymore, this is too much," She laughed clutching her stomach. "Aww, you don't need to come up with such jokes to cheer me up," She patted her back, "But thanks anyway, I don't remember when was the last time I laughed like this, I feel better, thank you, my dear Elle," She hugged her, "Forget it then, let's talk when you're sober enough, let's tuck you into bed," Arielle sighed as she patted Ivana's back, Ivana lied on the bed as Arielle covered her with the blanket, Arielle heard Ivana laugh again, "Inside a novel? Lol!" She

It was just a few blocks away, and we arrived quickly. Asher's apartment was on the top floor of a modern building with big windows overlooking the city. It smelled like fresh laundry and something spicy, probably his cologne. The place was surprisingly clean for a college hockey player. A big couch faced a massive TV, hockey gear was neatly stacked in the corner, and there were a few trophies on the shelf. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, tossing his keys on the counter. "You want something to drink? Water? Soda? Or something stronger?"