Tamer Shaarawy Novels & Stories

“Because that’s the only kind worth playing. I didn’t come here to play easy, and I sure as fucking hell will not allow him, or anyone, to try and fucking scarce me from my goal.” And in the silence that followed, I could almost see it, the look on Liam’s face when he realized his perfect world was cracking. This time, it wouldn’t be through rogues or whispers. This time, it would be with his own kind, his precious businessmen. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

I want extra whipped cream," she muttered just as the group of six were joined by two guys Brooklyn had briefly met before. "Hey guys," Sasha smiled. "What's up," the blonde one said and fist bumped Jasper and Josh. "We've met briefly," he said and looked at Brooklyn. "I'm Austin." "Hey," Brooklyn smiled. "I'm Brooke. "It's an honour to meet you," the other guy said dramatically. He had dark hair it almost looked blue and a wide smile. "I'm Tyler and you are adorable!" Brooklyn raised an eyebrow at Tyler and chuckled. "Um, thank you, Tyler."

“What do you give in return if I let you stay here and become my members?” Diana steadily replied, “I have healing ability and my brother has shield ability. Those two abilities are enough, right?” Not only Alpha Stevan but everyone there was surprised by Diana's confession. Alpha Stevan applauded loudly. Without hesitation he nodded in agreement, “bravo, you are happily accepted.”

"Fucking Shivel. When did you get this good at poker?" Shivel grins like the Cheshire Cat. "I told you not to get your hopes up, old man. You can't keep up with us youngins anymore. On the field or off." Shahriary stiffens just slightly at the jab. It's not a secret that he's one of our older players. As a retiree from the Premier League in Europe, he's been playing for the Mutiny for a couple years now. Sammy Marshall and Luca Montoya are also former Premier League players. Neither of them look too happy about the comment either.

I smile softly as he motions me closer. Have we heard from Sinful in the past week where everything has changed? No. That scares me the most. Since Asher came back, he reclaimed full control over his Pack, retiring Shanae, the crazy lady who had sacrificed me in the first place back to where she had come from. Still. No Sinful is extremely unnerving. He's getting into my head without being here, which is something only he could achieve. "Alaya," Asher prompts, as he steps into the water. I sit up, watching him. "Are you coming?"

"Fucking Shivel. When did you get this good at poker?" Shivel grins like the Cheshire Cat. "I told you not to get your hopes up, old man. You can't keep up with us youngins anymore. On the field or off." Shahriary stiffens just slightly at the jab. It's not a secret that he's one of our older players. As a retiree from the Premier League in Europe, he's been playing for the Mutiny for a couple years now. Sammy Marshall and Luca Montoya are also former Premier League players. Neither of them look too happy about the comment either.

“Oh, this is going to be such a good game… I can feel it in my bones!” “Really?” Lance asked, trying hard not to pull her in his arms and keep her there for the entire duration of the game. “I’ve read somewhere that they bought two new players.” “Ah, yes, it’s true. One is Davide Rossi, the new attacking midfielder. He comes from a great Italian team in Serie A, which is the Italian First League. The other player is Owen Shearer, a goalkeeper from the Premier League. Both of them are quite good… or at least, this is what the newspapers and the experts are saying. Rossi is going to help the attack. And, of course, we have John, the striker, and Tom Bostwick, the forward, ‘Cali’s Golden Duo’.

Lauren bit her lips again, shaking her head at how awkward she sounded. She wondered if Trevor knew what she was up to as he was smirking at her. Perhaps, he did since she had read and heard a lot about him; How intelligent he was, how he could discern things even though he wasn't there, how he could compel the truth out of someone. She wondered if it was all a myth because the man in front of her was just like every other man she had seen, filthy rich, arrogant and domineering. Trevor tilted his eyebrows as Tricia paused. "So, what?"

" My laugh was self-deprecating. "Once you acclimatize to the city, you fall in love with the anonymity of it." But Kieran would never know. Incogintaurenity was something he'd never know again this lifetime. He was one of the tallest soccer players in the world. An Ashburn FC forward, renowned for his lethal penalty kicks and ruthless dribbling that had defenders stumbling over one another's feet as they attempted to cover him, he was, without doubt, the bane of every goalkeeper in the Premier League and the one mythological player every youngster in Europe and South America possessed a poster of on their bedroom wall.