Sport Novels & Stories

A loud music came from the room, mixed with the voice of cheers and laughter, it also smelled like sex and cigers. Some were watching a football match, few were gathered around a table in a hot discussion, while the rest had girls on their laps, who laughed and giggled at every word being said, funny or not. "Terry where is the Boss?" A red haired name Drumbo said as he took a tip from whatever was contained in the red cup he held in his hands.

Jack taunted. Ace didn't reply, he just looked at him without any kind of emotions on his face. " answer me, " Jack screamed again but it didn't shake Ace's calmness all, Getting hit is part of the job. He smiled and looked at the blood on his hands, his mouth is full of blood but he can't feel any kind of pain. He doesn't mind getting punched in the face. It kind of wakes him up and gets him to feel something, that punch didn't do anything.

she said as Anna place a hand on Ashley's shoulder. "Don't worry, I bet y'all find a way to be together," she said as Ashley smiled, "What about you?" Ashley asked as Anna shrugged, "I met this guy, he's cool," she said as Ashley smirked while nudging her, "Really, that's exciting, what's his name?" She asked as Anna blushed, "His name is Tucker, I met him at the racing grounds," she asked as Ashley smiled, "That's great, Anna, I'm happy for you," she asked as Anna smiled before pulling her into a tight hug.

POV Willow Our kiss turned deeper and suddenly we were on the bed. 45 minutes later we were scrambling to find our swim suits in our bags. "Found mine!" Lee called and I sighed. I searched to the bottom of a bag and was happy to find both pieces of my favorite black bikini. "Yay!" I cheered as I held it up. Lee scowled at it. It may be my favorite but he hates it. Which of course, just makes me like it more.

I mean yes, Kerem is also supportive but when a brother allows his sister to date a guy he doesn't even know is just unbelievable. My family believed Kerem. They even liked him. Amar and Hudson are in the same age so they talked a lot about cars and stuff. Amar likes talking about cars since he was a kid. All guys played soccer or some sport but not Amar. He hanged out with one friend whose father worked as a car mechanic. You always found him in the workplace of his friend's father. I didn't know Hudson likes cars too. But actually, it was obvious because he has a red old timer mustang and he drives like anybody is in his way. Just like Amar.

A second glance confirmed the woman was Adeline. "Wendy?" Jasto waved a hand before her eyes. "What do you think?" Wendy snapped back to reality and shook her head. "Sorry, I promised... I need to stay inside." "Then..." Jasto pulled out his phone, clearly hoping to exchange socials. Sensing his intent, Wendy deftly deflected. "Why’s everyone crowding the stage? I’ll check it out." The American sports scene was booming, with competitions in every discipline. But one quirk stood out: whether football, hockey, basketball, or others, teams adored animal names—Bears, Rams, Bucks, and the like.

Seraphina's POV “I want to play a game tonight,” Cassian said, voice soft and husky. He held a black silk blindfold in his hand, dangling it from two fingers as he walked toward me. I was already trembling. “A game?” I whispered. He smirked. “One where I touch, taste, and tease you until you forget your name.” My thighs clenched. He reached me and gently slipped the blindfold over my eyes, tying it at the back of my head.

He couldn't forget the agility if the lady the moment she hopped onto his back, Eric, who usually sits at the back with his boss was at the front seat, occasionally stealing glances from his boss through the rear view mirror, an immense itch of gossip filled his gut, it was not everyday that you found your missing boss tied up in a rundown apartment having eaten nothing all night. And to say it was Drake Wilson, the best at Martial arts and close combat in their circle was totally a huge selling piece of gossip. But Eric knew his moments, just not now.

Chloe's POV I rubbed my temples as the door to my tiny campus office clicked shut behind the last athlete of the day… a cocky baseball player who had spent forty-five minutes complaining about his “haters” instead of engaging with any actual mental performance strategies. Another wasted session. Another reminder that most of these kids didn’t take sports psychology seriously.

As Helena left the council room, her mind was racing with thoughts of the task ahead. She knew that hunting Drake would be no easy feat, and that she needed to prepare herself mentally and physically for the challenge. The first thing she did was visit the armory. She needed to make sure she had the right weapons for the job. She selected a set of silver stakes, a crossbow with silver-tipped bolts, and a short sword with a silver-coated blade. These were her preferred weapons for vampire hunting, and she knew she could trust them to get the job done.