One interview. One viral clip. One goalkeeper defending another before they’d ever truly met. Neither of us expected that a few honest words would change everything.
Michael Olise is having a perfectly normal Man of the Match interview—until the interviewer brings up that boat video. One innocent question later, Michael casually reveals he has a girlfriend. Meanwhile, she is sitting at home watching the interview unfold in real time and wondering why he chose THAT MOMENT to announce it to the entire planet.
Everyone thinks they hate each other. Their coaches encourage it, their teammates expect it, and every match between them turns into a battle. What nobody knows is that behind closed doors, Manchester United’s captain and Liverpool’s captain are secretly dating.
I play for Manchester United Women, while Jobe Bellingham plays for Dortmund. We’ve never been more than two footballers constantly compared by the internet—until one fan asks him a question neither of us expected.
My pack is the Ghostwood pack, we’re old, tinted with old magic, our wolves fur is pure white with eyes of diamond blue, large, pure muscle, but quiet, extremely quiet. The move to La Push was never supposed to be temporary, yet the stay seems permanent. One day, while my Alpha, Roman, second in charge, Erza and the youngest Ryder, were arguing over what pizza to order, Theo and I saw them, standing there at the treeline, the Quileute pack, staring as if waiting for us to make the first move. But that’s not like us, we wait, we watch. We were founded long before the Quileute pack, so we don’t imprint, but that didn’t seem to stop Jacob Black…
Volterra had always felt like a tomb pretending to be a city — silent stone streets drowning beneath gold sunlight, hiding monsters beneath every shadow. Edward Cullen arrived there ready to die, grief hollowing him out from the inside after believing Bella Swan was gone. He expected cruelty from the Volturi. Judgment. Death. What he didn’t expect was her. The girl standing silently beside Aro’s throne with crimson eyes and a gaze empty enough to unsettle even immortals. Nobody spoke about her power unless forced to. Nobody looked at her too long. Emotionless, unreadable, terrifyingly calm — she was everything Edward should have hated. Instead, against every instinct screaming inside him, he couldn’t stop looking at her.
Michael Olise never smiles during media day. Until FC Bayern pairs him with me for their new away-kit shoot—and somehow, I become the only person who can make Mr. Nonchalant crack a smile.
After 600+ days away from Old Trafford, Marcus Rashford returns to Manchester United expecting to catch up on everything he missed. Then he hears about Y/N—the new signing who scored four goals on her debut and has been unstoppable ever since. Apparently, Marcus missed a lot.
Michael Olise has always kept his relationship private, but after scoring a hat trick against Union Berlin, he forgets about the cameras and runs straight to the one person waiting for him in the stands. One celebration later, the mystery surrounding his relationship might finally be over.
Our dads have been best friends since their football days, so naturally they decided their children should date. There’s just one problem. He doesn’t want a criminologist. I don’t want a footballer. And neither of them is willing to admit their dads might actually be onto something.