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The Assistant Coach
Last Updated : 2025-02-12
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Leia Welsh, the ex-ice hockey pro turned college student overnight, is faced with a life-altering decision after a career-ending injury, or so everyone thinks. Offered the chance to coach the men's hockey team, Leia must prove herself to a bunch of rowdy childish men who probably only listen to Taylor Swift. Especially Kohl Warren, the junior player with a major sexual issues with her. Amidst the chaos of college hormones and hockey sticks flying everywhere, Leia and Kohl form an unlikely bond. Can they put aside their differences and win the big game? Or will their egos clash and ruin it all?
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The Assistant Coach |Bonus Chapter: Family|
Leia WelshThree Years Later! I turn to the side, glancing at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. A soft smile spreads across my lips as I take in the sight of myself—four months in, and I'm showing so much already. My belly is swollen, round and firm, and my breasts feel heavier, straining against the thin material of my white dress. It's a simple dress, but it hugs me in all the right places, and for a moment, I feel beautiful. My gaze shifts to the ring on my finger, glimmering in the light. A warm feeling spreads through me, wrapping around my heart like a cozy blanket. The large emerald stone set in a delicate, floral band never fails to make me smile. It's more than just a ring; it's a promise, a beautiful reminder of how far we've come. I remember the first time Kohl kissed me—the way his lips felt soft and sweet against mine, his scent filling my senses like my favorite cologne. How is it possible that I never want to be without him? I've never been the kind of girl
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach |Bonus Chapter: The Proposal|
Kohl WarrenTwo years later.I stand a few paces away, taking in the scene before me. The air is fresh, filled with the earthy scent of damp grass and the faint sweetness of blooming wildflowers. Leia sinks down onto her knees, the patchy wet grass squelching beneath her as the moisture seeps into her dark black leggings. She places her hands on her thighs, fingers splayed out like she's grounding herself, and closes her eyes, inhaling deeply.I can see her shoulders relax a little with each breath in, and I wish I could reach out and comfort her. But I know this moment is hers, a private conversation with the past, so I quietly stand by and watch. The sunlight bathes her in a golden glow, making her black hair shimmer like fresh ink. She had trimmed it months ago, but those soft curls still cascade down her back, brushing against her waist.When she finally opens her eyes, the sun catches in her emerald irises, making them sparkle with a mix of hope and sorrow."Hi, Mom," she whisper
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Seventy-Two |Kohl Warren|
I haven't really had a chance to talk to Leia much today, just some casual 'hey's' here and there, but it's driving me crazy. I can't stop thinking about why she didn't tell them how terrible that cup was. I wanted to be by her side when Reese hilariously shot gramps with a nerf gun bullet. I wanted to be close enough to catch a whiff of her scent and tell her how beautiful she looked. I hastily throw on my long gray winter coat and head downstairs, eager to get outside. Without anyone noticing, I slip through the doors and feel the cold air hit me. The snow is falling gently, but I pay no mind as I walk down the street, my thoughts consumed by Leia. Only her. And damn it, I completely forgot to give her the gift I have tucked away in my jean pockets. I had planned to give it to her on her birthday, but something held me back. Maybe it was the fear of having my heart broken. And then today, I couldn't give it to her, because she's going to break my heart. "Hey, slow down, you wa
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Seventy-One |Leia Welsh|
He told me he loved me, and I couldn't bring myself to say it back. It's not that I don't love him too, but the words just couldn't come out. My heart was pounding all night, and I couldn't sleep a wink. I kept wondering if I should sneak into his room and tell him, but my body wouldn't let me. I'm awful. I hear a gentle knock on the door, and in walks Margret, looking stylish with her one-sided braid and black loose dress. She sits on the bed, concern written all over her face. "Did you two have a fight? Kohl was so quiet last night," she asks, making me feel guilty as I sit up because I'm the reason why he was so quiet, I'm the problem."He told me he loved me," I confess in a whisper as the words just come out of my mouth without thinking. Margret lights up with joy, then her expression shifts to worry when she sees my lack of enthusiasm. "You don't feel the same way?" she questions. I feel safe opening up to her, even though it's strange considering she's Warren's mom. She t
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Seventy |Kohl Warren|
"That's not fair," Reese pouts as I slyly move the cone to make it harder for her to score a goal on me. "Life's not fair, kid," I chuckle, enjoying the competitive edge in her ten-year-old glare. "I say kick him!" Leia shouts from the porch, making Reese burst into laughter. Leia walks over to Reese, looking effortlessly gorgeous, and I can't help but admire her beauty. "Wow, you're so pretty," Reese says, her eyes sparkling as Leia kneels down to her level. "Not as pretty as you," Leia replies, causing Reese to blush and hide behind her hair, showcasing her cute freckles. I can't help but grin as Reese focuses on the soccer ball and kicks it, sending it directly into my groin. I drop to the ground, clutching my balls in agony. "Oh, I'm sorry uncle Kohl," Reese says apologetically as she rushes over to me, attempting to perform CPR while Leia stands by, laughing uncontrollably. I shoot her a glare, but she just keeps on laughing. "Score before he's back on his feet!" Leia sho
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Sixty-Nine |Leia Welsh|
As we pull up the driveway of Warren's childhood home, I can't help but notice how extravagant it looks. I have no idea what his mother does for a living, but it must pay well. The three-story house is painted in a classy beige and white color scheme, with windows that give it an almost regal appearance. The driveway is packed with cars, six in total, and not a single one looks cheap. Even Warren's black G-wagon takes up a lot of space, but there's still room for two more cars. It's basically an eight-car garage, and I can't help but feel a little out of place next to all this luxury. "Don't worry, everyone here is pretty chill, except for the potential showdown between my aunt and mom," Warren says nonchalantly, causing me to raise an eyebrow. He grabs my suitcase from the trunk of his car, and I follow him up the cement path lined with bushes towards the large modern black door. The sound of laughter seeps out from inside, making me a bit nervous. But as if sensing my anxiety, W
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Sixty-Eight |Kohl Warren|
"Are you sure they don't mind me crashing their Christmas party?" Leia questions, her eyes scanning the campus from the window as I struggle to stuff her oversized suitcase into the cramped trunk. "They're totally cool with it, trust me." I assure her, flashing a cocky grin before sliding into the driver's seat. Despite my confident words, Leia fidgets nervously in the passenger seat, smoothing out the wrinkles in the red flowery dress she borrowed from Ari. I reach over and give her hand a reassuring squeeze, trying to ease her jitters. Her smile, tinged with a hint of uncertainty, lights up her face, causing my chest to tighten in a way that is both exhilarating and terrifying. I start the car, the engine roaring to life as we start our journey to Kansas City for my mom's annual Christmas bash. The radio blares Miley Cyrus's "Wrecking Ball" as we speed down the highway, Leia tapping her foot along to the beat while I mutter comments about the song's questionable lyrics. I haven'
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Sixty-Seven |Leia Welsh|
It's been a fabulous week with Warren after he won the finals. He's been crashing in my dorm every night since Ari hasn't been around a lot and because Athena jetted off to some third world country for a small vacation, yes, she took a vacation during the middle of the school year. How she manages to do that is beyond me, but hey, when your family's rolling in dough, perks like that come with the territory. Warren is still a raging horndog. His stay here has left me feeling like I've been hit by a bus, but I can't say I didn't enjoy every minute of it. Tim and Rocky on the other hand have been popping in and out for snacks, leaving me high and dry in the snack department. No more midnight munchies for me. Today, we're all heading to Martha's Diner for a change of scenery. I've picked out the perfect dress for the occasion, but with my body feeling like it's been through a marathon, I'm not sure if I should risk wearing it. Warren's wandering hands might just make a grand entrance
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Assistant Coach Sixty-Six |Leia Welsh|
The arena is massive, even for someone like me who used to play hockey professionally. The stands stretch out, almost reaching to the point of filling thousands of people. Well, maybe not thousands, but there's definitely a good amount. Close to the high hundreds, at least. "Wow," Ari gasps in amazement as Athena passes her a cherry slushy. I can't believe it – there's even a food court here. My jaw practically hits the floor. "I didn't get you one because I figured you'd be in the penalty box, and I didn't think you'd want one," Athena explains as she sips on her blueberry slushie, which matches her vibrant hair. I nod in understanding. "True, but I'll snag one once we win," I declare with a nonchalant shrug. "So, uh, where are we supposed to sit?" Athena inquires, her eyes scanning the vast expanse of the arena. "Wherever the hell you want," I reply with a smirk. "Just steer clear of the enemy's turf." Athena's devilish grin fades at my words as she groans. Leaving them to
Last Updated : 2025-02-12
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The scorching heat outside is absolutely unbearable. Colorado's winters may be brutal, but the fall is no joke either. School has already started, and the heat is just too much. My denim shorts are practically glued to my skin, causing my thighs to chafe uncomfortably. I can feel the sweat trickling down my back, making me wish I had opted for a shower instead of just deodorant this morning. My green tank top does little to provide relief; I might as well be walking around naked in this heat. The fabric sticks to me like cling wrap, highlighting every imperfection and sweat stain. I can practically hear my sunscreen sizzling as it tries to protect me from the UV rays. The sunglasses perched on my nose are sliding down with each step, threatening to fall off and leave me blinded by both the sun and my own clumsiness. The air feels thick and suffocating, like trying to breathe underwater. I glance enviously at the ice cream truck parked on the corner, the colorful treats melt...
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