The Safety's Sideline Obsession Novels & Stories

Author's pov Xavier walked towards Sarah. "Baby you don't have to worry about him... I'll bring him back safely..." He assured. Sarah scoffed. "You think I am worried because Damian kidnapped him... Damian is not my enemy, he will never hurt my child. He has helped me in toughest phase of my life... If Skyler is with him then he is safe. Safer than he was with you..." Xavier looked at her in disbelief. "You trust Damian more than me?..."

Tears were slipping down their eyes. The whole study has turned upside down. The glass table, smashed and broken. Books from the bookshelf were torned and rested on the floor. The glass pieces of vase were scattered. The place depicted of an utter apocalypse. And among all these broken and torned things, there lied a safe in the middle of the room. Bullets pierced through it and was now tattered and battered. Sat there on the sofa were three siblings, with nothing but tearful eyes.

I said. "He is our first shooter," Zen pointed to a guy. The guy bowed at us. The arena The war drums were piercing through my middle ear, making my heart beats go faster. Anger and excitement-filled screams were coming from the other side of the boundary. They were already breaking the defensive wall. "Why do you want to shoot the flares? " Zen asked. "We are not celebrating here!" Claire got up angrily. "Are you an imbecile? Flares are not explosives to kill," she said.

“Pervert! Sicko! Molester!” “Pervert? Sicko? Molester? Hey! You’re the one who grabbed onto me suddenly like that! I’m the one who should be screaming!” His voice becomes louder. As a popular idol on the rise, he was used to crazy fans jumping on to him all the time, or at least they tried to, but was stopped on time by his bodyguards. This was the first time a girl had managed to grab onto him like she had. It was sudden, and he didn’t get the chance to react to it.

« Putain… » cria-t-elle en s’agrippant à lui, perdant peu à peu pied face à celui qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû approcher. Mais comment résister à l’héritier Santiago, celui qui obtient toujours ce qu’il veut, sans jamais hésiter ? « Xandeeeer… » « Dis mon nom ! » « Xandeeeer ! » « Mon nom complet », murmura-t-il. « Alexander West Santiago ! » Et à partir de ce jour, elle devint sa plus grande faiblesse. Jordan Monroe est la première fille, longtemps cachée, de Rowan Monroe. Toute sa vie, elle a vécu dans l’ombre du nom puissant de son père, traitée comme une étrangère au sein de sa propre famille. Tout bascule lorsqu’elle intègre la prestigieuse Lakeside Elite Academy,

"Your stance is weak. If she falls, you’ll unbalance the line. She’ll hit the ground." Before Tobias can respond, He steps forward, smoothly, and moves into Tobias’s spot in the line, squaring his shoulders. In a blink of an eye, I feel his hands at my waist, firmly and certain. My lungs forget how to work. Why is he touching me? Why does he have to be so close? "This," he says loudly, his voice carrying like a lecture to the entire courtyard, "isn’t just about games. It’s about safety. If you lose focus, someone gets hurt. And I don’t accept that under my watch."

The third time he let it run and someone in the back muttered, “Jesus.” Tate kept his eyes on the screen. Every time the lights came up for a note he could see Knox’s profile in his peripheral vision. Mouth set. Arms crossed. The same mouth that had been on him forty-eight hours earlier. The same arms that had hauled him in by the thigh. Coach rewound the play again. “Leverage,” Coach said. “You’re giving up the inside for free. Again.” Knox spoke without raising his hand. “Safety was late. I had the edge.”

I continue, my voice steady even though my knees are literally trembling right now. “All that talent, and still nobody at home who gives a damn. So you decide to pick on me. How much more pathetic can you be? Huh?” Laughter explodes uncontrollably in the entire hallway. Not at me this time. But Dylan. “Damn, bro. She got you!” Someone whispered. Meanwhile, everyone’s phone is positioned towards him now, recording his stunned face. Dylan's eyes instantly darken, pupils blown wide with something so dangerous that it sends chills running through me.

“Make yourself come on my fingers like the desperate little slut you are. Now.” My hips moved frantically, chasing the edge he was pushing me toward. The coil in my belly tightened violently as his fingers hit that perfect spot again and again. I was so close — right on the brink — when another, louder alarm blared through the penthouse. This time, it wasn’t just the medical monitors. It was the building-wide security system.