Novel & Cerita Fiction About Football

Uzor said “Alright I will help you… What will I do?” Arnold asked “You will predict coming football matches” “You mean that game where 22 people chase and kick a white material?” Yvonne and Rachael laughed loudly “What? It is called football” Uzor said “It is one of the silliest things I have seen men doing…why do men gather to chase and kick a material onto a net? Why is the white stone so important to be kicked? It baffles me to see thousands gather to watch those men kick it” Arnold looked serious

Marcus whispered. "The Football Association issued a global press bulletin at two this morning," Vivienne said, her fingers tightening around the edge of a steel retractor until her knuckles turned a stark, bloodless white beneath the black latex. "They issued a formal, posthumous retraction of the 2021 malpractice logs. They cleared his name of every single fraudulent entry Reggie manufactured. The National Sports Hall of Fame is restoring his honors at noon today. He is... he is clear."

I looked at the left, Chuma, one of the school team footballers was narrating one of his long tales of how he single handedly took the ball from our team's side of the field to the opponent's, dribbling all and scored from outside-18 to whomever cared to listen, he did get some attention mostly from girls-obviously not because they believed him but because he's cute and popular. I looked away to Alfred, he was picking his nose as usual, I turned away in disgust to avoid seeing the next thing that would happen. But sadly, my strong imaginative ability wasn't a FBI agent on sabbatical leave after solving the big case that took down the biggest drug lord in Alabama.

“Football” I suddenly uttered without thinking. “Football?” “yyYeeEssS” Her eyes strayed from one part of my body to another. “How did you get all this bruises? Your eye! it's swollen. What happened to your hair, and your clothes? You're such a mess. Tell me what happened to you and who did this to you? Tell me,” “I swear I was playing football. I was roughed a couple of times, and that's how I sustained this injuries”

Football was an important part of the man I loved, and I would have no sooner taken it from him than I would've cut off his arm. Of course, I was now a part of the sports press. My job with Marla Smith's organization was challenging and exciting, and it gave me insight into Leo's career and into the game of football. I'd done several stories that had made it to the website, although Marla was very selective about what went up. My most popular reports so far had been my profile of Kara Crocker, which we also used to promote the Crockers' book, and a fun story about single football players that showed a different side of the glamorous, playboy lifestyle so many people believed they led.

"I KNEW you had lost your virginity! I just... Shit, I don't know, but... You've had this glow ever since that game... Wait, is this mysterious guy on the football team?!" My face turns bright red, and Linnea snorts. Her lips are quivering, and her eyes are sparkling. "OH-MY-GOD!" "Shh!" I hush her. "Quiet, or the other two will hear you!" "I'm sorry, I'm just..." Linnea shakes her head. "I can't believe you're sleeping with a football player—those guys are like gods on campus! Girls go to their games like it's their church and the men are part of their religion! Most of the guys are treated like gods!"

Mason, listen, there's something I need to tell you about Harper and me. I swallowed it back down instead, forcing a grin, redirecting the conversation toward the game instead. Some things still weren't mine to hand over that easily, not even to someone who deserved the truth more than most people around here. *~*~* The game went the way I needed it to. Every read landinh exactly where I wanted it, the crowd loud enough that I could feel it in my chest every time we scored. Football was still the one place besides the ring where my head went fully quiet, no complications, no secrets, just the game and my own instincts working exactly the way they were supposed to.

Most of all, I hated that River Knight was going to be involved in this whether I liked it or not. I drew a deep breath, filling my lungs with smoke, salt air, and the faint smell of someone’s unfortunate burnt marshmallow. Then I looked across the beach, searching for the particular brand of misery that answered to River Knight. My gaze passed nameless jocks and girls hanging off their arms before landing on a cluster of football players. Their broad shoulders and massive frames made everyone around them look as though they’d wandered into the wrong weight class. They were laughing, passing a bottle of whiskey between them, and generally behaving like the beach belonged to them.

"Didn't know the star quarterback was so handy with bandaids." "More than meets the eye with me." He was definitely surprising me at the moment. Most often than not football players were seen as cocky, flirty, playboys, and assholes. Or maybe that was only for those that have read too many teenfic novels. Yet here he was being kind to a complete stranger. I was bracing myself for the flirty comments to start but so far none have come. "Thank you." I whispered. He really didn't have to bring me here and clean me up. He probably had better things to do with his time.

"Seriously, Lena. Put those books down and come to bed with me." Heat flooded my face and I shrank back away from him. "No. There's no way we're doing that again, and I've told you, so stop asking." He grabbed a football from beside his bed and started spinning it on his index finger around and around in a perfectly balanced circle. I blinked. There used to be a time when I understood basically nothing about football, but even then I still had to admit there was something strangely attractive about him being so... Athletic. I mean, it was either that or I was losing my mind.