The Safety's Sideline Obsession Novels & Stories

and “my life is currently being set on fire in slow motion.” “Your strap’s crooked, Belsky,” he comments, using the same tone most people reserve for talking about marble finishes. “If you want to talk about safety, alignment matters.” Luc nods eagerly, assuming it’s a standard investor comment about SOP. “Right, right. Safety first.” I look at Sebastian, my smile holding steady like stubborn lipstick. “Thank you for your concern about… alignment,” I say, putting a gentle weight on the word. “I thought you were more focused on numbers.”

“You’re sure this is safe?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, it’s safe. It’s rough round the edges, not a total bag of shit.” “I’ll take your word for it,” he said. Soren jabbed him in the side, then grabbed him in a headlock to ruffle his perfect hair. “Don’t knock it, grumpy face. It’s fucking awesome.” Max pushed him off and aimed a foot at his ass, giving him a healthy kick. “I’m not knocking anything, I’m just safety conscious. Better safe than fucking sorry, Soren.”

"My mother saved it when we left our old house. If she finds out I lost it at a nightclub, she will know I lied to her." "We can go back to Obsidian this afternoon," Hannah suggested. "Maybe someone turned it in to the lost and found." "I do not think going back there is a good idea," Vittoria whispered, looking around to ensure no one was listening. "That man, Cassian. He is not just some club owner. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me. It was terrifying." "But you liked it," Hannah teased, raising an eyebrow. "Do not lie to me, Vittoria. I saw the way you looked at him. You were practically melting into his suit."

But it does. I continue weaving slowly while he watches. The silence isn't awkward. Just focused. Finally he speaks again. "You're combining traditional weaving with structural engineering analysis." "Yes." He nods slightly. "That's ambitious." "I like ambitious." Another small silence. Then— "You shouldn't be here alone this late." My hands pause. "Is that concern for student safety?" "Yes." "And nothing else?" His jaw tightens slightly. Professional mask returning. "Primarily that." I try not to smile. He notices anyway.

For the first time in years, I felt safe. And that scared me more than anything. Because safety with Czar Aslanov always came with a price. And I had a feeling the bill was about to come due. To be continued…

Chapter three "wife, let's go to our home." He whispered softly into her ears. Lucia's heart skipped again when he scooped her into his arms effortlessly, his suit brushing against her bare arms as he held her close. Her heart raced as her fingers instinctively curled into his shirt, the heat of his body calming her nerves just enough to keep her from trembling. The sharp hum of the Cybertruck’s engine purred nearby. Its metallic frame gleamed like armor under the afternoon sun, casting mirrored reflections of the black-suited men standing on both sides. As Lorenzo approached, his men straightened, stepping aside in perfect unison, forming a respectful passage.

he asked, half-joking. She grinned. “Maybe someday. For now, I just want to win.” She shared her notes with Jeremy, who was struggling to focus. The threats, the pressure from management, the fear for Alexandra’s safety—it all weighed on him. But her insight gave him an edge. “They love to show Cover 2 and roll into man at the last second,” Alexandra pointed out. “Watch the safeties’ feet. If the strong safety creeps up, it’s a blitz.” Jeremy nodded, the fog lifting. “That’s it. That’s the tell.”

The person who was noticing nandu's every move was soha, she found it very fishy and exciting at the same time. Soha pov :Why Nandini is getting scared and why is she sweating like a pig by listening Manik's name..Did something has happened between them..Is she scared of manik but why..Is there something between them.. I will get to know today evening when we will go to malhothra mansion..Oh God please help me.. Please I want some one who will help me in separating them.. Please God I Promise I will not eat non veg my entire life if you give me someone who will help me in separating them..

The straw finally snapped between my fingers on the forty-third twist. There's a name for what I have: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Why I didn't tell Nico I have OCD I'll never know. Maybe it's because I'm keenly aware of how crazy I am. My main obsession is numbers. I count everything, how many twists it takes to break a straw or how many steps I take to and from class. My compulsion is having to touch things seven times to make everything all right. The anxiety on top of OCD was just a perk. "Oh my God, you've never been to a football game?" she asked incredulously. "That's a sacrilege at this school."

She barely let her skin show talkless of wearing shorts out. I'm not seeing things, this was Beatrice by her side, I'm not mistaken at all. I lowered my face cap using my hoodie cap to cover my face not wanting to be noticed as I watched them secretly. I stared as they ran to the front row and pick a seat by each other. Anger started radiating my body as the imagination of another guy ogling at Camila's sexy body sickened me. She's mine alone and I own every damn part of her.