Historias de Equipedefrance

We were never supposed to meet. He lives under stadium lights. I live behind sketches and silence. A moment. A gift. That was all it was meant to be. But he remembered me. He searched for me. And when he found me- He didn't let go. Not loudly. Not forcefully. But in the quiet way that feels more dangerous. Like a presence that stays. Like a name you can't forget. And somewhere between distance and desire- Between who we were and who we were becoming- He looked at me like I was already his. And the worst part? I didn't want to run.

Nobody talks about the man who comes after a heartbreak and what he can do to heal you.....open yourself for love there's someone out there willing to love you right.... After everything that happened to me meeting Jamal didn't seem like a sure thing to do ....I call him up whenever things go wrong I'm glad I got my shoulder to cry on and I can't believe it took me quite so long to take the forbidden steps is this something that I will regret? I'm here to heal you Anàia - Jamal

footballer and pundit world collide

sequel to be my peace love wins in the end right but just know its never a smooth sailing ⛵️

I was bored I needed something to do something to keep me busy and there's no greater way to kill boredom than texting a random number right....right?

People think the Emirates is loud. It's not. Not really. If you stay long enough-past the cheers, past the cameras, past the noise-you start to notice the quiet things. The way footsteps echo in empty corridors. The way the grass looks darker just before sunset. The way people become... smaller when the crowd disappears. That's the part I liked. The quiet. The part no one stayed for. "You always look like you're thinking about something serious." I didn't turn immediately. I didn't need to. I already knew who it was. "And you always sound like you're about to say something unserious," I replied. He laughed. Soft. Unoffended. "Maybe I am." That was the thing about him. He never forced his way into a moment. He just... stayed long enough for you to notice him.

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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.

I met you at a really strange time of my life..... And somehow I can no longer breathe without you beside me.... you opened me up,I can't believe I have become someone else,someone more like myself .... who's gonna love me like this,way you came down through me love me like this now I'm broken open.....

'Everybody knows, we got unfinished business And I'll regret it if I didn't say This isn't what it could be (Isn't what it could be) You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward, but it's true'

Histoire d'une vie avec un grand joueur de football.

Elora qui est tres proche de sa demi-soeur qui sort avec le gardien de l equipe France Hugo Lloris va redonnée de l espoir a Elora Espoir de quoi voullez vous me dire et bah en l amour oui car elle a etait deçu de l amour Mais lui vas l aider a surmonter tout ça

Un amour avec Didier Deschamps

Coupe de l'Euro 2020. Un nouveau défi pour l'équipe de France. Football, haine, amour, trahison, joie, amitié, déception. Qu'est-ce que l'avenir réserve à nos Bleus ? Pierre qui roule...

Elle s'appelle Summer Hopkins,elle est partie en vacance en thailande avec Ces deux meilleurs amies .Le séjour ne devait durer que trois semaine,mais si pour summer il durait plus longtemps

In which a transfer student who doesn't speak Spanish crosses paths with a football player, haunted by his past and unwilling to find love. "It felt strange, knowing there was a Frenchman who was fluent in Spanish here. It was like a trap, a room full of magic, where I felt things I never thought I could have felt before." **HIGHEST RANKINGS** #1 in #soccer 20.1.2019 #1 in #footballers 24.11.2019 #1 in #atleticomadrid 25.2.2019 #2 in #griezmann 10.9.2019 #2 in #madrid 29.5.2019 #2 in #footballers 22.2.2019 Started: 30/09/18 Ended: -

Alors quelle pensais faire une surprise a son chérie en allant le voir a son voyage en Espagne sais elle qui eu la surprise. Même une double surprise . Elle a peut être perdu une personne mais elle a gagner bien plus. Un nouveaux copain et de nouvelle rencontre qui vont changer sa vie. La rencontre entre une jeune fille tout a fait ordinaire et un joueur de foot de l atlético de Madrid et de l'équipe de France. cette fiction et totalement inventais Je me lance dans l'écriture. sais tout nouveaux pour moi et cella n'est pas facile. soyer indulgent pour les faute d'orthographe je suis dyslexique.

salut, je suis Laura Boulleau. Je suis blonde, yeux gris bleu et de taille moyenne. Je suis la demi-soeur de Marc bartra qui est footballeur professionnel à Barcelone. Je suis marier à Luc depuis pas longtemps et j'ai eu deux merveilleuse jumelles de 3ans, maelle et Lucie. j'ai oublier de vous dire que je suis aussi footballeuse professionnelle dans l'équipe de France. entre amour et tristesse laure aura tout perdu..... bonne lecture

In which Ben is left in love with a girl he just met.