The Football Player's Parallel Obsession Novels & Stories

And now, it's my time to roll my eyes at her, knowing I'm about to hear another one of her sexual escapades. “Mav Tanner. Engineering Department. Soccer Team Captain and Striker. 6’2”. Totally ripped and totally sexy.” I should have known… Can't say I'm surprise that she knows Tanner. I mean they're both populars in the campus, so their paths will eventually cross, but I didn't know that even my best friend was not immune to his charms. “From what I’ve heard he is a player. And not just in soccer.” I warned her but then she smiled at me. Her devilish smile, that I knew she was about to do some thing really crazy.

Grace was surprised, a Syndicate member would not ask for help unless it was serious. “What is the Gang up to?” Grace asked curiously. “Underground fight rings. Don’t get me wrong, there is cage fighting a lot in China! Some people can make a lot of money doing it! But this Gang.....Well, they are doing deathmatches and causing too much attention to be drawn to our world!” Xan explained. Just then the Doctor came in with Tony. “Ah, sleeping beauty has awakened!” The Doctor said. “You, what?” Xan snapped.

Daniel grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but still, he couldn't get hold of himself. He grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but the feeling persisted. It was driving him insane. "What is this feeling? It can't be possible!" he exclaimed, his heart pounding. He got up and went to the wine bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a wine glass on his way back to the room. As he poured himself a glass of wine, he paused for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief. "I know myself, and this is not who I am," he said, his voice firm and resolute.

I don't know if people saw that coming, but I vividly did. "Beware, he's a famous playboy," Mitch added. I looked away and turned my gaze back at my plate which is now empty. "He's flaring hot. I wonder how he plays football and how he kicks a ball." Colleen simply muttered, not noticing her presence coming from the washroom. "I think he's looking right here." Colleen flirtatiously flipped her hair. I grabbed my glass of water and then looked back at the group of football players only to find out that Matt Parker was still directly staring at me. I choked myself from the water. Coughing, I quickly looked away from them, rummaging some facial tissue in my bag.

“England's Egos, star player caught in a cross fire with Brooklyn's Bruisers' golden player.” Star? Golden? The fucking assholes. I want to grab every single reporter who came up with this bullshit and wring their neck. Shouldn't they be more concerned with how the game went? Why does everyone suddenly care how players see each other? For fucks sake! I can't stop the words from coming out. "Why do they care?" It's a simple enough question, but it seems to work Jared up even more. "Because we live in the golden age, Christian. For god's sake, I've told you this a million times—football is a great sport, only because it has a lot of fans. And these fans make certain things happen."

Sluttiness is not something a girl wakes up and decides to do. Its not a life choice a person just picks up like a career... Being a slut shocks even the slut, i would know, why? Because I'm a slut. Anyways, like I said, you dont just plan to become a slut, all you have to do is watch sports and drool over the hot players on the field. There’s just something about football players that really turns my clock, you know? I mean, they work out religiously, they understand discipline, and, if they’re any good, they work well as a team.

Tender words, but I don't want them anymore. I felt he had changed his method. He tried to innovate. He switched position three times, probably trying to extort cries of excitement from me. I was not a good girl. That is the least you could say. I kept looking at the clock above the sofa and hoped it would go faster, much like when you are at school and you are anxiously waiting for the bell to deliver you. I stared at that damn clock, hoping to connect with it. I also wanted the phone to ring and free me from the heaviness of her penis. I had lost all contact with its sight. I watched it in the morning, only to see if it was still able to react if my towel fell out of the shower. I looked a

Third person Jeremy was seated by the side of Lenas bed holding her hand in his, he had refused to take his eyes off of her the entire time. “Are you sure there is nothing that can be done??” Black asked the specialist. He stared at the state of his son,he understood exactly what he felt as he had been in such a state before, he had almost lost his mind but there was Jeremy who was standing strong for the love of his life waiting for her. “All the tests prove she is healthy, nothing seems to be wrong with her,I have even consulted Magic but instead it rebounded as you can see I might be caused” the specialist explained.

Love is powerful addiction that can make a man lose control of his senses. *** “You aren’t allowed to park here, Sir!” The young policeman pointed at the blue sign with a circle and a red diagonal line. “Shit! All my lifetime, this is the first time I’m doing a foolish thing and making ashamed of myself,” Ansel grumbled. He leaned back his head on his seat of pride while looking up at the ceiling, still unbelieved that he could be so reckless just because of a woman.

He kept the conversations flowing between Shirley and me until we were confident enough to talk about things without him butting in. I smile at the memory and rub the sleep from my eyes. Lionel's game is finally on the TV, and my excitement grows. The start is slow and boring. Lionel's team is behind, and I worry they will lose, but things change for the better in the second half. His team is in the lead, and I smile at myself when the camera gives me a closeup of his stance. "That ass..." I whisper to myself and bite my finger. Damn. Lionel looks good in yellow. I've never been much of a football fan, but I will watch this game for his sake. Maybe also because I like checking out his ass an