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Soccer Boy

Please devote some of your precious time to be part of the intriguing story of Santiago “Santi” Cruz on his journey to become a football icon. Santi has never known a life beyond the dusty fields and narrow alleys of his small village in Mexico. His family works hard on their farm, barely making enough to get by. But Santi has a dream that stretches far beyond the fields, he wants to play for the Mexican national soccer team. With no proper cleats, no coach and no real team, he sharpens his skills by kicking around a makeshift ball in the dirt roads with his friends. His father sees soccer as a waste of time, pushing him to focus on farm work. But Santi refuses to let his dream die. One day, a scout from a youth academy in Mexico City spots him playing in a local tournament. It’s his one shot but leaving home means risking everything; his family’s support, his friendships and the only life he’s ever known. As he steps into a world of elite competition, where wealthy kids have every advantage, Santi must fight harder than ever. Faced with corruption in youth soccer, brutal training and the weight of his family’s expectations, Santi’s journey is anything but easy. But with heart, determination and the love of the game, he’s willing to sacrifice everything to wear the green jersey of El Tri or play for a big soccer club in Europe. I post 2 chapters daily. The names, events and places are not affiliated to any person, league, club or country. Just for fictional purposes. #Support Soccer Boy
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Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
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