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  • The Manager's Daughter by Lucy9825
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    During the summer, to keep her out of too much mischief, Gareth Southgate tags his fifteen year old daughter, Haley, along to Russia with the England National Team. There's just one issue. She's a witch and a famous one. How much trouble can she possibly get into?
  • Back To Back; Dele Alli by princessbabycake
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    A DELE ALLI'S FAN-FICTION - Jasmine's a young, passionate girl with big dreams and multiple talents. She had always had her head in the game but what happens when she reunites with an old childhood friend that she hadn't met for a long time and also, the person who had left a mark on her? How does things goes by as she reconnect her relationship with a close friend but also, unintentionally falling in love with him? ⓒ COPYRIGHT; ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
  • Premier League Preferences by ramosmcfc
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    Just another preferences book, but with Premier League players!
  • Amidst Angels » Héctor Bellerín by toffeeah
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    When he randomly speaks to her while waiting for his flight, he never expected her to leave him with such thought-provoking words that might just change his life forever. Dedicated to victims of MH370 & MH17.
  • The year I turned 20-kylian mbappe,Michael olise and Ibrahima konate  by Adesanmi
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    I never meant to fall for any of them. Not the one who prayed like peace, not the one who dressed like danger, and not the one who lived behind the flash of fame. But somehow, they all found me. Or maybe I found them - in moments that felt too quiet to be coincidences. Konaté was the calm in my chaos. He spoke softly, believed deeply, and made love sound like a prayer. But loving him was like touching something sacred - beautiful, but forbidden. His faith drew lines I couldn't cross, no matter how much I wanted to. Then there was Olise - the beautiful contradiction. He was everything I told myself I didn't need, and yet everything that made my pulse remember what desire feels like. He laughed like the world owed him joy, walked like rhythm itself, and carried a kind of light that burned anyone who got too close. I wanted him, but I wanted peace more. And then... Kylian. He didn't walk into my life - he shifted it. He believed in the same God I whispered to at night, wore simplicity like luxury, but his life was tangled in fame, pressure, and things that never sleep. He was everything I prayed for, wrapped in everything I feared. I used to think love was about choosing someone. But sometimes, love is about choosing yourself - even when your heart belongs in three different stories that were never meant to end the same.