Novel Football Novels & Stories

"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.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

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.

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?

"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.

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.