The Safety's Sideline Obsession Novels & Stories

Owen helped me to find a good place on the sidelines that he thought would be perfect. He assured me that I would not be in the way of any of the players and I should be back far enough from the boundary line. He said if any plays came that way, unless it was just a completely wild throw or dive, I would be safe from any harm. I just knew that being this close to the actual game play, I needed to stay alert, especially if the football or any running players were coming my direction. I didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances since I was holding the very expensive school camera equipment in my hands.

And that’s when the unease creeps in. Safety isn’t supposed to look like this. It’s supposed to be predictable. Controlled. Contained within rules and boundaries I understand. This isn’t any of those things. This is standing on a quiet sidewalk at midnight with the man who complicates every system I’ve ever built for myself—and wanting to stay exactly where I am. “That changes things,” I murmur before I can stop myself. His thumb traces a slow, absent line against my waist. “Only if you want it to.”

Until dad asks a question that makes my face burn with a hot blush. "One last thing, Mr. Lazzare. Can I ensure my daughter's total safety with you? She's a beautiful girl, and young too, but I know how hard it will be to resist. Do I have your word that you will never, for any reason, make a sexual move on her?" My eyes bulge out in shock and embarrassment. Dad doesn't sugarcoat his words, and when I glance at Nick, his face is perfectly composed. But his response blows me away and I almost choke on the orange juice I'm sipping.

There was a long slit at one side as I turned back to my side. As soon as I got out of the dress, anxiety sipped through me as I imagined what the night would be like. Would I actually be able to meet people that would be able to help me get out? I hear a soft echo from outside and I peer over the locked window in recognition of a voice. Pressing my hand over the window pane, I peered down. Running down the sidewalk was Diego in a pair of sweat pants. His hands were folded into fists over his chest as he jogged into the compound, air pods in and sweats dripping down his bare chest.

Alexander sat beside me his presence strong and unwavering yet for the first time I found myself questioning whether it provided comfort or added another cause for fear. My desire to trust his control over the situation conflicted with reality. The expectation existed that he would extract me from the current predicament just as he had done numerous times before. This occasion presented a situation where the threat emerged beyond dark corner whispers and scandals waited beyond money and power's reach to be buried. This was a murder charge. A trial. A journalist who wouldn’t stop digging. The vehicle reached its destination before the house where my stomach contorted into knots. Upon stepping

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.

"And yet, here you are." "This is different. I'm with you. I'm not doing this alone. You understand why it's different, right?" "No. It's still not safe. What is it about you that has you pushing to be in front of the danger. Do you get bored without it?" "No. It has nothing to do with that. I'm just trying to be involved. I don't want to be sitting on the sidelines. That's it." "Sometimes the sidelines are better than being in the middle of it all."

Ensure their safety. Tit, tit, tit "Dan, you're the one with the voice, right?" asked Kimberly, touching the arm of the man who was talking on the phone. "What sound?" "Dan, what's wrong?" asked Dimitri from the other side. "There's something," Danial said. "I'll call you later." Danial disconnected the call. "Sir, there's something under the car," said Elips. The car has been designed so that when a foreign object is attached to the car, a warning sign will appear.

“No. We deal with him together.” Alex looked at him. For a moment neither man spoke. The air between them felt tight, full of history and distrust and the unspoken fact that neither of them fully trusted the other with Rayn or with Leo. Then Alex gave a faint, cold smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Fine.” He tapped the table twice with two fingers. “But remember something.” His gaze moved between Ethan and Rayn, holding each of them in turn. “ Andrew is a physcopath one mistake, Leo might get hurt"

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?