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ఒక అందమైన సింగిల్ అమ్మాయి కథఒక అందమైన సింగిల్ అమ్మాయి కథ
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लाड़ला देवर ( देवर भाभी का रोमांस )लाड़ला देवर ( देवर भाभी का रोमांस )
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నేను డిల్లీలోని ఒక ప్రసిద్ధ బిజినెస్ కళాశాలలో అసోసియేట్ ప్రొఫెసర్ని. నావయస్సు 39 నా భార్య పేరు సుధ, నా కంటే ఒక సంవత్సరం చిన్నది. మాది ప్రేమ వివాహం ఒకే కులం కావడాన మాకు ఏ అడ్డంకులు రాలేదు. సంతోష కరమైన జీవితం, సొంత ఇల్లు, ఇదరికీ మంచి బేంకు బేలన్స్ ఉంది, తను ఇంగ్లీష్లో డబుల్ మాస్టర్స్ మాకు అబ్బాయి...
Here's another story that is inspired by a favorite song of mine. (I know, I know. Can't come up with a single original idea these days; I have to keep ripping off the music world!) The band is The Corrs, an Irish group. They are perhaps my all time favorite group and I highly recommend them to...
His game didn't start to suffer immediately following the break-up. It happened very gradually; a few extra penalties here, a missed shot there. The rest of the team, if they noticed, didn't say anything to him about it. They just carried on as usual, skating their best and trying to win games...
The time that Lena spent with Anatoli after her return to Washington was not what she'd expected. She understood that he had to travel most of the year for games, so she wasn't expecting to see him as often as she did. She'd returned home from Moscow just before New Year's and already Anatoli...
Even though he spent his life living a dream and doing what he loved, Max's favorite part of the day fast became the time when he left the arena behind. He would skip having a shower at the arena following some games or practices, when he knew Mary would be at home. In spite of her half-hearted...
After the first few weeks, Rebecca slowly started to get the hang of it. She learned how to get from campus to work and back again. She knew how to get home and to the library. The path to the local coffee shop a few blocks from both her apartment and campus was what she learned most quickly...
Unsure of why he'd come all this way when he knew they weren't here, Mark Gaines stood outside the main entrance to the Verizon Center, leaning on his crutches. He scowled at the building as though he could make his team reappear and his injury vanish. Then he felt the dull throb in his right...
With her head in her hands, Anna Willis wondered how in the hell she was going to get through this. She couldn't concentrate for the life of her. Her son Riley was crying from his room; night terrors. After another agonizing minute, she pushed away from the kitchen table and walked down the hall...
"See?" Mark Gaines was beyond excited as he glided past the bench at practice.
His coach, fellow teammates, and one very concerned trainer looked on with unreadable expressions. Mark scowled as he turned, his skates slicing through the ice and sending a shower of snow in the opposite direction...
This is usually the spot where I mention who the story is dedicated to, or who requested the story featuring whichever player and team. However, this time, this story is all for me. He's my favorite player on my favorite team and that's all there is to it. ;)
One funny point to share first... I...
Hello all,
Here's my latest and possibly the last one for a while. You can check out my profile for more info on the reason why, if you care enough. :)
This story isn't for anyone specifically - except maybe sprezzatura, since she seems to now be obsessed with this player. Don't lie, you...
Even though she knew she should be focused on packing and organizing, Meg couldn't help herself. She turned the TV to the NHL channel and let out a contented sigh when she saw that a replay of a New Jersey Devils game was on. After settling on the couch with a mug of tea, she turned the volume...
Even though it didn't come as a complete shock, Max Tournet still found it hard to take when the GM of his team announced that he was being traded. It wasn't that he was a terrible player or no longer contributing. It had more to do with the dollars and cents and they just couldn't afford to...
This is a very short story inspired by a Keith Urban song. It's not an "Ice" story but I hope you like it anyway.
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He was the first one to wake up on Sunday morning. I felt the bed move and bounce as he got up but didn't wake up enough to really register it. I stayed in that lovely fog...
I thought I was doing all right being alone
I swore I'd never let somebody get close again
I was never gonna let my guard down, not for anyone
But there's a light in your eyes and it's got me moving in
And tonight these walls are all coming down
And my heart is open
I'm letting you in...
You probably already guessed, but I'll tell you now anyway. These have all been for you, you know. You're my biggest fan, my most loving supporter, and my inspiration in so many ways. Thank you for being you, for making this so easy, and for being my 'Christian'.
Always and forever, M.
I wanna...
Here's something brand new, in a brand new city, with a brand new team. The main guy isn't based on anyone in particular, but you may recognize some of his teammates. (Note: I started this story before trade deadline earlier this year, and alas, a couple have been traded, but for the purposes of...
No. He wasn't going to storm upstairs and shout at the person making all the noise in the apartment over his. He wasn't going to lose his temper after only a week at his new place. He was going to do some Zen breathing and forget about the noise—
BANG!
Oh, hell no.
Alexei Novikov twisted away...
Authors note: As very special favor for some very special friends, I've been asked to resubmit a couple of my older stories once listed under Thesandman. It is not my intention to submit all or many of my older works, but for those who have truly supported and appreciated my writing over the...
Paul Peters. It was a hell of a name for kid growing up. He'd been teased unmercifully because of it. "P.P." followed by jeers, laughter and a lot of finger pointing. Not to mention bullies who shoved him into school lockers or knocked his books out of his hands. He'd fought back of course...