The Safety's Sideline Obsession Novels & Stories

Selene We all walk out with security to see the body. Rowan tried to get me to stay behind but honestly the only place I feel safe is by his side. I cannot believe the way this night turned out. Someone charging at me to just get video to send to some sicko who is obsessed with me? Now there is a body and I ma hoping its not connected with me.

why was he scared when he just slaughtered a human being. "Selina." I heard him call. I stared at him in fear and horror. My legs that couldn't move at first started to feel weak. My eyes felt really heavy. "Selina??" He called again. Before I knew it, my body gave up and I collapsed on something warm. "Quick get the doctor!!" I heard Damian say before I finally lost consciousness. *********************** ~AT A CLUB~ A man in his early thirties, dressed in a black suit sat in the VIP section and watched tiredly as the pole dancers tried their best to entertain him.

The way he'd change the angle of his head slightly when he disagreed with something I said and I'd catch it before he opened his mouth. The camera was there. Neither of us performed for it. We were twenty minutes in when I saw it. A coverage rotation in the third quarter tape, their nickel package, the one we'd been going back and forth on for a week. I'd been saying their safety was cheating toward the slot on second and long. Jaxon had been saying the linebacker rotation disguised it. "You're wrong about this one, Whitfield." I said it with some heat because I'd been right about it for a week and hadn't pushed.

"Time is subjective." "Physics isn't!" Elion let go of the coat. He paced a small circle on the sidewalk. "You were watching," Elion said, pointing a finger at Cale. "You were standing right here. You saw it." "I saw you standing on the corner," Cale said. "Safe." "Safe," Elion repeated. "That word again. You keep saying it. 'Safe.' 'Secure.' Why are you so obsessed with my safety?" "Because the world is dangerous," Cale said. He looked at the intersection. "Especially that intersection. It has a high accident rate. The light timing is off by three seconds."

“He’ll attack your past. Your safety. Everything you’ve built even before you met Marco. And he won’t stop.” She turned her face back toward the window, swallowing the lump in her throat. “So this is a warning.” “It’s honesty,” Pedro said. “I need to know if you’re ready for that kind of fight- there will be blood shed”. She studied him then—really studied him. The man beside her had faced hostile takeovers, business threats, and criminal partners. Yet now, when it came to choosing her, he sounded unsure. “And you?” she asked quietly. “Are you ready?”

"Okay!! And did he ever try to say anything mean to you or anything that would have made you uncomfortable or did he touch you without your permission?? Or did he force you?? Did he ever try to do that???" "Well!!! No, he never ever did that!!!" "Okay !!! I think I have cleared half of my point and now tell me How do you feel around him?? Do you feel Uncomfortable ?? Being at a chance of getting harassed or something like that?? Tell me Because Girl's Sixth sense is really great and I know you can sense that too. " "Actually No!! You are right. I actually feel protected and safe with him. Even during meetings, I try to sit near him because he makes me feel comfortable brother."

"I'm with my boss now, we will talk later okay? I promise." "Okay then. Make sure you don't forget anything. You can jot them down so you don't forget any scene because I want to hear it all!. Just be safe. Talk to you later then." The call ended as Annabel walked back to her seat as she joined the rest. She sat and admired Mr. Gorgeous. He was so damn cute that she imagined how big his schlong could be. She imagined the special feelings she would get once his schlong gets inside of her.

I was no longer crying myself to sleep every fucking night. I felt renewed like a baby. Was it because of.... I didn't give myself the chance to answer that bedevilling question as I quickly occupied my mind with satisfying my insatiable hunger at the moment. I happily walked downstairs like a dog with two tails. Leonardo sat on one of the sofa's, his eyes glued to the large tv screen. An investigative murder documentary was displayed on the screen. I huffed slightly. I am not surprised truly. The killer watches how to get away with murder.

"I didn't have an appointment.” “The atmosphere looked very romantic so let's call things by their names.” “Don't say stupid things, his sister was with us.” "She must be very interested in matching them up," he scoffed. “What do you have against him?” “In case you don't remember, you are being stalked by a maniac who is loose somewhere and you have no idea who he is. It could be your little doctor, you shouldn't trust him so much.” “We just went to a safe place where there were a lot of people, nothing bad could happen to me. I cannot go through life distrusting everyone, I want to feel that I have a normal life even if it is only for a moment.”

His broad hands rested flat against my back, warm and solid as stone. So, here is the thing about real safety. I used to think safety was about locked doors, high stone walls, and big speeches under the full moon. I thought it was about holding onto someone so tight they couldn't run away. Standing in that quiet room, smelling the woodsmoke and the faint scent of pine on Rowan’s jacket, I realized how wrong I was. Safety is just a man who leaves a hot cup of tea on the table and leaves the front door unlocked.