Quarterback Sneak Novels & Stories

“It’s a nasty feud indeed, stemming all the way back to their freshman year when Webster was the starting quarterback at the beginning of that season.” “Quarterback?” I repeated, shaking my head. What the hell were they talking about? I blinked at the screen in shock as the two gossip mongers detailed how Topher had suddenly taken over Wick’s position as quarterback after Wick had disappeared from the team for a while until showing back up on the scene as the team’s safety. Holy shit, I never knew Wick had played quarterback. Topher had certainly never mentioned it.

He said loudly and got up, walked round the table then brought his gaze on Daniel "You're the quarterback aren't you?" He smiled and nodded. "Win any games recently?" "This past Friday" "Ooh! Now it makes sense, now it all makes sense" he said looking at Rebecca's confused face, then took out his canister of rum and drank from it, the entire class was now confused. "Get up Daniel, join me here quick" he said gesturing. The large player stepped out, still smiling. "So quarterbacks are the heroes of a school, university, college, whatever you call it, you're the main mack hey?"

Sienna Vance is a sports therapy royalty, dedicated to taking her hometown football team to the championships. But when Jaxson Cole, the arrogant, billionaire star quarterback for her team's fiercest rival suffers a career-ending knee injury, his powerful family conspires to buy out Sienna's contract. Forced to relocate to Jaxson’s lonely luxury estate in the a snow-dusted area of Tatra Mountains Zakopane, of Poland, Sienna expects annoying mind games and strong resistance fromJaxson,who on the other hand is determined to destroy her professional composure.Sienna is determined to fix his helpless situation and walk away. But late-night sessions created an intensity , leading to unexpecte

I looked up, breath catching, and there was Jake, the tall star quarterback, still towering over me even though I was in my tallest sneakers. His dark hair was damp and messy under his helmet, which he’d already tossed somewhere. His shoulder pads made his chest look even wider, and those tight white football pants hugged every thick muscle in his thighs. The front was stretched tight over the obvious hard bulge that had been teasing me all season whenever he caught me staring from the sidelines.

The quarterback was getting hard just thinking about it. "What do you want?" Braden asked through gritted teeth. Jake stepped closer. He looked up at the big jock. "Get on your knees." Braden didn't move for a long second. He looked at the locker room door, making sure it was closed. He looked back at Jake. Then, slowly, the big quarterback dropped down onto his knees on the concrete floor. He looked up at Jake with angry, humiliated eyes. But he stayed there. "Yeah," Jake said. "That's a good look for you."

On the opposing sideline, Trey Vance—the veteran quarterback Jeremy had pushed to the bench earlier this week—stood with his arms crossed, chewing his mouthguard with a bitter, sour scowl. "Come on, Jeremy..." I whispered, pressing my hands against the cold glass of the VIP window. "Show them who you are." Snap! The defensive line surged forward. A massive three-hundred-pound linebacker crashed through the offensive line, charging full-speed straight at Jeremy's blind side. "Jeremy, look out!" I gasped. Jeremy didn't panic. He planted his back foot, sidestepped the defender with effortless grace, stepped up into the pocket, and launched the football downfield with a flick of his wrist.

The woman I miss every single day. Movement on the field pulls my attention back. The offense runs onto the field. And there he is. Number twelve. The quarterback everyone came to see. The quarterback I somehow ended up dating. The thought still feels surreal. Bree notices me staring. Of course she does. “You’ve got it bad.” I don’t even bother denying it anymore. “Probably.” “Probably?” she repeats. “Maya, if you stare at him any harder, you’re going to accidentally summon him.”

“Poor choice of words on my part. Not that it isn’t true because it is but it’s not your fault and I get that. How much do you know about football?” “Not much. I know Owen is the quarterback and that’s like the guy that handles the football, right?” “Yes, you’re right but before he handles it, the center has it. The center is the one that snaps the ball and passes it between his legs to the quarterback. Guess who our center is?” “Gary.” I answered, already suspecting where this was going.

Everything depended on the next four minutes. "Come on, Noah," I whispered. The teams lined up on the field. Noah took the snap, his first as quarterback all night, and immediately rolled right, scanning downfield. Jake narrated for me because I knew very little about football and needed him to explain what was happening, “Now he’s pump-faking… now he’s freezing the safety… now he’s fired a perfect pass to Marcus for fifteen yards. Oh my God, he’s so skilled, that was beautiful.” He muttered, his mouth full of popcorn.

"Drives people insane." "I can see that." Second down. Helmshire abandons the run entirely- one series in- and goes back to passing. Their quarterback drops back, eyes moving, and I watch him flinch before he even sets his feet. Zian hasn't moved. He's just standing there. At the line. Completely still. Weight perfectly balanced. Watching the quarterback with that same expression, patient and cold and quietly amused. The quarterback releases early. Panicked throw, outside the numbers, incomplete.