Ted Lasso Novels & Stories

Or perhaps not so tiny. He clenched the leash handle on his left hand tightly, and to his right, he gathered a two-sided, four-foot-long sword in preparation. The stingray tail was at the end of the leash, and he had inserted countless slivers of cursed silver and iron into it in order to shred the flesh from the inside out. He had mastered the art of walking on a leash. He had the ability to rip a loser's shoulder out with pinpoint accuracy and jerk a victim's leg out from under him with ease.

Leesa finally allowed herself to relax a little. Suddenly, Ralin’s hands lit up with the familiar bright green glow. His magic must have manifested itself as heat, because even from her spot on the grass below, Leesa heard the thick rope begin to sizzle and burn. A scant second later, the rope split. Leesa screamed as her baby plummeted toward the ground.

I could feel her slowly fading away, and I couldn’t have that. I looked up and noticed the coat was stuck on a rock. I quickly looked around to see how close I was to land. Only about a few feet away. That was good. I carefully took off the scarf and turned it into a lasso. I had to be careful but moved quickly. I could feel the weariness trying to settle in. I must be strong. For Zira. For our baby. After fixing the lasso, I searched for someplace to lasso closer to land. The cold water was slowly combating the heat of my body, making me feel sluggish. Then, I spotted a thick branch a little way down that I could latch onto.

' Her voice was low, teasing, but laced with tension, her hand steady despite the fear I felt echoing through our link. 'Tessa... it's building.' I strained against the vines, heart pounding, the cottage walls pressing in like they knew the moon's secret. She smiled faint, picking up a thin whip—woven from dried reeds, flexible and stinging. The first lash across my thigh snapped sharp, pain blooming hot, but it grounded me, pulling focus from the shift.

Reaching out for that outstretched arm. Flick my noose at the hand... And it lands, sitting atop the fingers, slopping water. Got the range... Not the technique... I sniff, reel in my lasso and try again...

"He will go into the water, and you, somehow, will save him." Loretta then smiled at Haisley, just as the same man tied something to Nathan's leg. Haisley looked down, staring in shock at the large hook attached to a heavy dumbbell, perhaps weighing ten kilos or more. "Don't mess around, Loretta!" Nathan barked roughly.

Track them, Lila—draw, shine! Tess guarded the rear, her blonde braid tight, hazel eyes fierce, her sword unsheathed, its blade gleaming, her cloak billowing in the wind, her stance unwavering. Her leg was strong, loyalty her fire, the pack’s legacy her shield, the wraiths’ snarls a challenge she’d meet head-on. Dawn, her wolf, growled softly, her golden form alert, tail high, eyes locked on the spires. Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard!

"Were they the high-carbon steel ones?" "Yes," Cass hissed. "The ones with the reinforced toe caps. And my lucky jersey. The one with the hand-stitched crest." He pressed a hand to his sternum. "He took my lucky jersey. That soulless scavenger." Forget the betrayal of the heart; what kind of demon steals a wolf's game-day armor? "That’s low," Luke muttered. Cass pivoted to face him fully. "How do you prep your stick?" Luke blinked, the intensity in his eyes flickering into genuine confusion. "What?"

Our eyes widened in shock and anxiousness upon seeing the situation she is in. "Ayla!" Clarrise and I both exclaimed as we tried to approach her. She's hanging upside down in a tree! Nereza runs swiftly to aid her but she, too, is caught in a trap. Now both of them are hanging. The horses became frantic and run away. Jacob growled and I saw how his eyes turned darker. The alertness of Clarrise's face is evident as well. I didn't waste a second and took the bow and arrow but unfortunately, the weapon is not laced with wolfsbane.

He noticed a group of suited men gathered around something, or someone, spraying wads of dollars, and Alex froze when he got a clear look at what was going on. Lena, his Lena, was straddling a masked man, giving him the lap dance of the century. Alex's cock strained harder as he finally got a look at Lena's outfit. It was a bodysuit like he'd never seen before. Interlocking chains of silver formed a harness that crisscrossed her torso, leaving her breasts bare but for two small silver pasties. The chains descended in a V to a thin waistband, and below… Alex's breath caught.