Young Neymar Jr Novels & Stories

"So you will play on the same NFL team as my big brother?" "Yeah, I think Jason had something to do with the incredible contract they offered me. They need another quarterback, and even though I'm pretty young, they want me." I blink. "Wait, how old are you?" A somewhat confused smile spreads over his lips. "I'm turning twenty-two next week," Lionel blushes slightly. "I'm one of the younger players, but I've been all about football since I was a kid. Besides, even if I'm young, there are even younger players."

He replied focusing on the TV screen and choosing his football club. OK, sorry for keeping you in the dark. My name is Rotimi Williams, also known as Zeus. I am sure you would have known most details about me from Action god stories, but that was 5 years ago. Now I am 22 years old. I have been living in the city of New York for the past five years. Jackson is the son of my neighbor. He is a 7 year old boy who loves playing with me. He comes every weekend to play games on my PS10 game console. He is quite Intelligent for his age and he is a real gamer.

“You are just going to lie again.” “For fucks sake, listen to me, woman,” he said, his voice a bit over the top. He clenched his teeth and tried to breathe. “I'm Neymar. Nicholas' identical twin brother. “ He emphasised each word. I raised a brow. I wasn't aware Nicholas had a twin.

He laughed brightly at my exhaustion, sat down beside me, and looked at me with a triumphant grin. "I knew I was going to win." I looked at him, amused by his absolute certainty. "You knew?” He nodded seriously. "Yes. Because I'm fast and I can kick the ball really far and I know how to score." I couldn't help but smile at the strong confidence vibrating in his voice, finding his bold assurance completely endearing. "When I'm older, I'm going to be a football player. I'm going to be really good. Like Neymar. Or Messi. Neymar is really good at tricks. Messi is really good at scoring. And Ronaldo is strong and jumps really high.”

“Now, Jackson.” Jackson falls in line with me. “Ever heard of the football player, Neymar?” I start. Jackson’s steps falter. Some of that faux confidence fizzles out and his chest deflates. “He used to play for PSG or so. I’m not sure what club he plays for now.” We stop in front of my office. I open the door for him to enter first. “One time, Neymar broke the internet,” I resume.

; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} ~Moji~ I wasn't dreaming. I was about to kiss Neymar, my crush. It felt too good to be true but that's exactly what's about to happen and the good thing was that it wasn't a dream. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his lips closing in around mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face already. "MOJI!!!"

“Fuck” Neymar scoffed amidst the kiss, and I stopped, it hit me hard, I'm not just turning into a mess, but this two men are the opposite of eachother, Damian a stinkingly rich man with a body as wide and tall as giants, his brown eyes gets whatever it sets on, and his record, his family record, terror. But the sweet perfect Neymar, I remember how shy he used to be in the early years of college, his tall and fitted body gets him any woman he needs, and his basketball skills set the bars high, and he is from a little great family in London.