My Little Cooper Kupp Novels & Stories

It would be nothing new. The biggest thing that was eating away at me was the fact that I'd seen him play. I've been to every game, and I had even watched a few game films with my dad. Caleb was good. Dare I say, maybe even great? With Cooper, my dad ran him down, and rumor had it that he quit the team shortly after. Caleb deserved his spot on the team and had the potential to go far. If the coach found out it was him, he would either make him hate the game - which would make him resent me - or he would quit as well and lose his chance to go pro.

When we got to the diner, Cooper ran up to us. He span me around. “Well, look at you." He said. "You are glowing." I pulled Cooper into a hug. "I have some good news for." "I’m going to be an uncle?" "What? No." "I'll go find us a table." Jasper said. "I hope I didn't scare him off." Cooper whispered. "I don't know. But I got you a job at TechPro." Cooper's mouth fell open, "how?" He asked after a moment.

“When I sat down to write this, I had so many memories assaulting me, but thinking about what Cooper would want me to say it would probably be to keep it short and not to make any sexual innuendos. So, here goes, but I make no promises. I met Cooper about 25 years ago, and from the very beginning, it was obvious the kid had brains. He was witty, sharp, and most times he was five steps ahead — I didn’t mind, because he was my best friend and a win for him was a win for me, even if that win was against me.

To them, it could decide their futures. "ENOUGH!" Coach Ellis's voice cracked across the field and we all froze. He strode into the middle of our circle, his face so red and angry that I knew someone was about to get benched or worse. "I don't know what kind of soap opera drama you ladies think you're starring in," he said, his voice dangerously quiet. "But let me remind you of something important." He pointed toward the scouts. "Those men over there? They're from USC, Michigan, Ohio State, Alabama. They came here tonight to watch the best high school team in the tri-state area. They came to find the next Cooper Kupp, the next Jalen Hurts, they came to change someone's life."

Because of that stupid deal he made with my brother. "You look like a princess," he continued and I shot him a warning look. "Alright, then what should I call you?" He curiously questioned. "Livia." I pointedly stated before sending a bored expression in his direction. "Cool," he nodded while tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "I'm Cooper but you can call me Gunn," he kindly introduced himself. I finally lowered my gun before averting my gaze from his. I stared out the window, watching the rain trickle down the glass.

“I’m not used to answering to it, yet.” “Yet?” Cooper chuckled as he propped his shoulder against the door frame. “You act like you haven’t had the name your whole life.” He was a few inches taller than JD and had short dark blonde hair and pale green eyes. Having been a linebacker in high school, he was bulkier than JD was. The deep tan of his skin and dark lines of his tattoos only seemed to emphasize his muscles. Today he wore jean shorts and a dark gray tight Under Armor T-shirt. “I haven’t. In fact, I’ve had it for less than a year.” JD grabbed the white floating shelf and slid it onto the base. “He’s actually my stepfather, but he’s a hell of an improvement over the bio father.”

“Presenting! The CEO of Cooper conglomerate, heir to the Cooper Dynasty and multiple global award winner! Noah Cooper!” There was silence— then murmurs— then applause. Charlene froze, her breath seizing instantly. Her eyes yearned to see him, but her feet remained glued to the floor, refusing to move. “Oh God.” She muttered with a racing heart before slowly turning around.

He said, “Because you burn bright but move with elegance. Like fire.” The lights dimmed. The intro music started to play. The five of us stepped onto the stage, headsets in hand, and took our seats at the gaming chairs. I saw Coach Cooper talking to the event staff while we did the ping test. I could hear the others through the mics. Zion and Finley were cracking jokes. Adonis, though, was totally silent, squeezing his hand warmer like a lifeline. His face looked even more serious than Hayden’s. Finally, the big screen behind us lit up with the Draft Pick.

His eyes had been so blinded by his hatred for Rafe that he always couldn't think straight and only thought of killing Rafe to keep the bastard away from his precious daughter. With trembling hands and tears still in his eyes, Cooper pulled out his desk drawer and took out a shiny black baretta. It was his favorite gun as well as his first gun. Not a single bullet had been fired from that gun since he bought it. But this time he's going to give this gun an honor to do its job well.