Fiction Football Books Novels & Stories

The idea haunted him constantly and he hadn't been able to stop thinking about that possibility since the minute he had woken up in the emergency room the night of the accident. What if I didn't have football? He thought. What in the hell would I do? Oliver needed the game. From the time he first held a football as a kid, until now, it was the biggest thing in his life. Playing was the only thing he ever wanted to do and the only thing that he would ever want to do. It was also the only thing that he felt he was actually good at.

The name sounded vaguely familiar. "Yep. He was on the 1989 team, the one that won the Super Bowl against Denver. So he played with some of the greats, but from what Dawn says and the research I've done, Allan wasn't really a star. He was a defensive end, played well enough, but you know." She lifted a shoulder. "Just a supporting player." "So why's he writing a book?" In my mind, most football players had very little business writing a book. Who the hell wanted to read about what we did on the field, unless it was in the Monday morning newspaper?

The football practices have made the guys quite busy. I turn on my heels to leave the spot, earning a protest from Stephanie. "Geez, Emily. Can you give me some more time to look at those eye candies?" she jokes, and I laugh. "Are you not interested to know about our football team?" "I know enough to write a novel about them. My brother is the quarterback," I blurt out, making Stephanie abruptly stop in her tracks. She gasps wildly and grabs my hand to make me stop walking. "Are you saying that Peter Stoneheart is your brother?" I turn around to face her.

“Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “I like knowing how people lived before everything got loud. Plus, it’s an excuse to hide in here. Away from parties and drama.” “Smart girl,” he murmured. The way he said it made my stomach flip. Time passed. Maybe twenty minutes. We talked about everything and nothing. My terrible roommate. His awful coffee from the faculty lounge. How the basement always felt colder than the rest of the building. Our voices got softer, more comfortable. The dark made it easier somehow. Like we we

Even if my ball-buster of an agent, the one with a mouth filthier than a sailor and a smoker’s voice that comes from a pack-a-day habit, agreed with Noah: “Put a lid on all that frat shit, Aiden, and keep your dick in your pants.” Noah and I have both been playing professional football in Colorado for the past few years. Noah landed a four-year contract here straight out of college in Florida, and I got traded back out here from Texas a year after that. Our head coach hates both of us, calls us hotheads, asshats, and whatever other expletive he can think of, but the General Manager loves us – me way better than Noah because, let’s face it, I’m pretty damn good in front of a camera. Noah hate

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As Sherly sifted through the stack of documents on her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration. Two days had passed since the ball, yet the memory of the mysterious figure who had glared at George lingered in her mind like a haunting specter. She couldn't help but think of that man since she felt that he wasn't simple at all. He is part of the Vile Mafia; she knows it. However, for some reason, according to the information she had, she was part of the Rui Lin Mafia before.

"It was a year later when I discovered there was another reasonno dick between my legs." My voice cracks. "It didn't matter how far I could throw or kick a ball. I was a girl. The double standard in football sliced me in half before I turned twelve. I put the football my dad gave me in the back of my closet like a good little girl. I went out for soccer and discovered that as long as the ball was round, it was okay for girls to play with it." Aiden's hands stop working their magic and I twist my neck to look at him. "It was men, though. Men who wouldn't conform." Aiden lifts his eyebrows in question. "My high school and college coaches. My agent-those men. They believed in winning and never

"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.