Quarterback Sneak Novels & Stories

I yell at Whitney, tweaking Stella's nose as they go back to the line of scrimmage. "We're gonna score this time, I can feel it," Whitney screams loudly. "C'mon, boys! Show them who you are!" Honestly, she scares me, but she's not judging me the way she judged Violet at the high school game, so I'll take it. This time, the quarterback tosses the ball toward Caleb, jumping up his hands connect and he cradles it protectively, breaking a tackle. There's nothing but empty field in front of him. "Run the ball, Cale!" Stella screams from where she's being held in Whitney's arms. Mom and daughter are screaming loudly.

“What the hell! Can’t you watch where you're g—“ Slowly, I look up, and my worst nightmare is standing right in front of me. Dylan Palmer. Star quarterback of the Riverside Ravens, the campus golden boy…more like my personal tormentor for the past two years. His tall frame towers over me, blocking the hallway like an immovable wall while his dark hair falls carelessly over his forehead. Those sharp blue eyes are already locked on me. “Well, well,” a slow grin spreads across his face, and the sound of his voice instantly draws more attention. Students begin gathering around us. Of course, they always do.

one of the special forces snorted coldly, squatted and continued looking at the formation core. Miles and Mark exited the eatery after having a meal, Miles froze the moment he saw someone who looked like Sneaky, she was just like Sneaky. Miles didn't know whether Sneaky has a sister or not, he stared at her intently, wondering if it was Sneaky dressing like a girl. “Look, Miss Sinclair, that poor man is staring at you,” one of her friends told her. Sneaky's sister turned around looking disgusted, but her eyes suddenly lit up, she didn't expect the man ogling her to be very handsome.

“You’re new, right?” “Yeah… got here and laid low for months now.” She nodded toward Derek and his teammates. “Then let me give you your important lesson about Ridgewood High.” I followed her gaze…straight toward Derek. “That,” she said, “is Derek Hayes.” “I noticed.” “Star quarterback. School legend. Walking heartbreaker.” “Also professional embarrassment distributor.” Maya grinned. “Oh, so you have met him.” I covered my face. “You have no idea.” “Actually,” she said, leaning back, “I heard the story from a friend of mine…the delivery girl, tripping… bla bla…”

She shook her head, raising her shoulders. He opened his mouth as if to counter, but then he had a sort of rethink, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "That is true." She let out another fake gasp, that fizzled out to a laugh. The quarter back caught the ball and made a run for it as the crowd screamed, maneuvering on the field like a slippery eel, Breanna shot up from her seat joined in the screams as the quarter back made touch down, jumping as high as she could.

From her vantage point in the opulent private box, Scarlett was both genuinely thrilled for Jett and anxiously awaited the necessary performance. She gave gentle glances towards the field where Jett was warming up and smiled for the few photographers who were placed discreetly. Her entire being was tuned into her role. It was a thrilling first half. Jett was a natural leader who enthralled the audience with his unadulterated strength. The atmosphere in the VIP box was electric during halftime. A disturbance broke out close to the box's entrance while Scarlett and Jen were talking about Jett's outstanding plays. A harsh, irritating voice, boosted by some invisible device, broke through the ex

Even from thirty feet away, I can feel the tension rolling off him. Jake adjusts his gloves slowly as he passes me, his expression unreadable beneath his helmet. Coach is rotating quarterbacks for the scrimmage now, and it’s down to me and Jake. The entire school knows it too because they’ve basically turned it into a silent competition since he took my spot as QB1. I can feel the crowd on the edge of their seats, debating which one of us deserves the future more. Jake stops beside me near midfield while everyone else resets for the next snap. “You nervous?” he asks casually.

Author’s POV: The bleachers of the Pack Grounds thrummed with restless energy—shouts cutting through the air, the dull thud of bodies colliding, whistles slicing across the field in sharp bursts. Dust rose in soft clouds under the relentless motion of players, and at the centre of it all stood Jared. Effortless. Commanding. As quarterback, he moved with a precision that bordered on instinct—calling plays, pivoting, throwing with a clean, practised force that drew attention whether one intended to watch or not.

“I saw you tonight. At the rink. You weren't watching the game. You were watching me watching you. You want to know if I still care.” “I don’t care if you care,” I spat, my heart hammering. “Let me go, Atlas.” “You know Evans is a joke, right?” he continued, ignoring my protest. “He played on a bad ankle to impress you. It’s pathetic. He’s a puppy, Tamine. You need a wolf.” He moved closer, his body pressing me against the wall. The noise of the party seemed to fade, replaced by the rushing of blood in my ears. I looked around for help, but everyone was too busy dancing or drinking to notice the girl cornered by the quarterback.

Trace headed straight to me offering me a bag of sour cream potato chips. "For the lady." He spoke. He suddenly frowned. "What's wrong?" I tried to fix my face and not show that I was kind of freaking out about what I jad just found out. "Oh. Nothing." I spoke accepting the snack. Trace still watched me weirdly like he could tell I was lying. Luckily at that moment Caleb leaned across the table to me. "So, Trace's new friend. We're about to have a jam session, wanna listen in?" I nodded. "Yeah, sounds fun."