Nick Saban In The Blind Side Novels & Stories

Carl was still unconscious when Ethan left and was still under observation. Sabrina sat helplessly outside the ICU when Jacob went back to see her; “What is happening, coach? From the moment we got here, it’s as if the pandora opened. I need answers.” Jacob nodded as if agreeing with Sabrina, “Sol will explain everything about him, and all I can say, don’t doubt your player.” “And what are you, coach? A failed fighter or a failed mafia member?”

“They’re coming for us. They want to knock us off our throne. But we didn’t get here by backing down. Play your game. Play for each other.” Trisha Steinmetz, the Cannibals’ legendary quarterback, paced at the front of the room, tossing a football from hand to hand. Heather, already in her kicking gear, sat on the bench, eyes closed, visualizing every Uno and field goal she’d need to make. The rest of the team suited up in silence, nerves and adrenaline mingling in the air.

Do-Yun says before passing her a plate of food. Sook-Ja nods "I will. But first, let's talk to your mother." she says looking at the man. Do-Yun's smile drops for a moment, but he quickly goes back to his smiling self when he realises that Sook-Ja can't see it. "We will Sook-Ja soon." "You always have excuses right? Sook-Ja adds. Do-Yun doesn't say anything, he just nods and continues eating their dinner. ~*~*~*~

Nosy bastards, they thought to their selves. “Oh no, not at all. In fact, this is my role in the universe,” Said Sabrina dropping her hands from his neck to his suit, making him chuckle. “But I think my brutal honesty wanted to get a good night sleep now.” She added, with a yawn, leaning her head on his shoulder. They may not be in the casino for long, but Shawn actually had fun. He may not have played much, but he had a lot of fun to watch his girlfriend sabotage everyone who crossed their path.

Nixon wasn’t happy with that and tried to snatch the company from him after Zane’s father died. He had tampered with Zane’s car—deliberately—sabotaging the brakes just hours before Zane drove down the mountain after inspecting their latest project. It wasn’t just an act of desperation—it was a calculated murder attempt, cloaked in twisted brotherhood. Apparently, Nixon had been too confident that his plan would succeed. Little did he know, he dug his own grave and unlike Zane who had returned from the dead, Nixon would surely rot in his cell.

“I–fuck, I don’t know how to even begin to answer that–” “Soren, that’s enough,” Blake says from the archway then turns to Ryatt, Evander within sight in the room behind them. “Soren and I have been working together for the past five years, moving Hannibal’s marks into hiding and killing anyone working with him against the Allied Kingdoms.” Kenna gasps, whirling, but Ryatt just… stares at him. “Soren is what the media calls the Blade. He was the Spider’s assassin, but I turned him to our side. We have Hannibal exactly where we need him now. It’s time to act.”

Those two had a talent for turning every event into their personal stage. I moved further before I even realized it, pushing through the crowd with ease, as people parted instinctively, but by the time I got a clear view… I froze, not because of her. She stood there, right in front of Clarissa and Sasha, shoulders squared, chin lifted, eyes blazing with something fierce… something unshaken. And for a second, everything else disappeared,I didn’t notice the music, didn’t hear the whispers, didn’t even register the tension in the air.

“Mr. Saban? Harvey York let out a cold chuckle. He squinted at the middle-aged man who just walked out from the crowd. “Get over here, Cliff Saban!” Sonny Lee, Chloe Anderson, and the others froze before they coldly chuckled. ‘This filth is actually fearless!’ ‘Doesn’t he know that he can’t just go against a prominent figure such as Cliff?!’ ‘He probably didn’t want Harvey dead in the first place!’

I walked out of the room, note in hand, and spotted Anna just coming around the corner with a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. I waited next to the door and as she approached and noticed me, her face that was once stern and seemingly uncaring grew worried as she asked, "Nathan what's wrong?" When I didn't answer immediately she immediately assumed the worse and asked, "Did... did he reject you?" I looked at her with widened eyes at that and shook my head no before answering her previous question, "Anna I don't think he can see." I said my voice but a mere whisper. When she gave me a questioning look, I handed her the note that she read slowly before giving me a look of