Quarter Life Novels & Stories

I hadn't played ten games in the last season and the way I was feeling, I didn't know if I would play again. I was going to be one of those quarterbacks that re-tired early. Shit, I was only twenty-eight, yet I felt like an old man. Too scared to run, pass, or do anything in case something else snapped. The guys were acting nice about it. Telling me to get a grip and that it was all about the game, but I was so fucking scared of doing anything, including sex! "You need to get back out there. What happened to Casanova Sebastian?" Mason said as he passed me another beer.

His eyes furrowed. "What?" "I'm quitting." When he eyed me with confusion, I decided to elaborate. "I'm leaving this job, if that makes you understand the meaning of this letter." "Oh, so you've decided to put me back in place by emotional blackmail now? I didn't know you'd stoop that low to achieve your goals, Scarlett." "I'm not stooping anywhere, Mr Evercrest. I had been meaning to give that letter to you for a long time-"

“Before the auction for the fourth quarter pill begins, please give the bidders a friendly reminder. For those who’re waiting to bid for the last full pill, if their financial strength is a little risky, advise them to bid for the fourth quarter pill first. Otherwise, they may not win anything.” Jasmine understood. She immediately announced to the bidders, “The next item for auction is the Rejuvenating Pill. This is the fourth quarter pill, which is also the last quarter pill available for auction. I believe everyone has witnessed the magical effects shown by the three quarter pills earlier. I know many have regretfully missed your chance to win the pills earlier. This is the last quarter pi

an investor asks. "The deal is named Quid Ultimate deal." Park begins. "And in the last 6 months it has been progressing ultimately as the name implies" Park adds in courageously. "When do we get our benefits?" and investor asks politely. "Fear not, your benefits are accumulating but you'll be credited in quinquennial" Liam said confidently. "Every five years?! Isn't that too far?" a board member asks anxiously. "The choice is yours to make" Liam halts with his hand circled around his mouth.

"Ć̸͎̹̓ḧ̴̝̠́ü̸̺̿g̷̦̬̅ǵ̵̗̈́i̶̖̳͘n̶͓͊̕g̸̯̉-" "-S̷̞͘p̸̳̉͛ȅ̴̮̐ç̶͇̀͗ị̴̒̓a̴͕͒l̷͔̙̍ ̸͍̿̽d̸̬͉̓a̴̝̦͆͝y̵̫̅!"

I cut the line off and leaned into my chair. Fuck.