Novel & Cerita The Quarterback's Redemption

"I work for the team that drafted me. Nobody else." "Sure, sure. Keep up the PR-friendly attitude," Julian chuckled, taking a sip. "It's cute. The whole country is buying into the redemption story. The reckless bad boy athlete who reformed his ways, found true love with a scholarship sweetheart, and carried his team to a championship. It’s practically a movie script." "It's my life," I said coldly. "And I'm leaving."

Westfield's defensive line had adjusted at halftime. I could tell by the way they lined up. Wider. Tighter coverage on Adrian's side. They'd watched us the first half and made their changes, which meant I had to make mine. Coach had said it a hundred times. The best quarterbacks don't just play the game in front of them. They play the one two plays ahead. I called the first audible at the line and felt the team adjust behind me without a word. That was the part people didn't see from the stands.

you deserve this. On the television, I lifted the trophy, my smile radiant. Outside the television, Vivian rotted in the mire, beyond redemption. I walked out of the venue, and Tessa draped a coat over my shoulders. "What are you thinking about?" she asked gently. I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath of free air. "I'm thinking that although this world is cruel, sometimes it is also quite fair." My name was Sebastian Whitmore. In my previous life, I had been Aaron Hutchinson, a sacrifice offered up by those closest to me.

"I’ll live for you, my goddess." "Good." Artemis clapped as a brilliant smile spread across her face. "Now, you should get going." As the words left her lips, I felt the ground beneath my feet disappear entirely and my body begin to fall. Looking up, I met Artemis’ amused gaze as she lifted a hand and gave a small wave. "Consider this your redemption." She called as the world around me turned dark. "Make the most of it!"

Hermes laughed, picking up the glass of whisky on the table. “Zeus isn’t the same since he arrived back from the Underworld,” Hermes mused. Father’s head picked up in question. “Yeah, he came back with this devilish smirk and uttered, what a show this was going to be. I don’t think he will take Uriel’s feelings into consideration.” “But Uriel helped him,” I spoke. “She helped him forgive himself through her grace.” Sitting back down, I put my elbows on my legs, burying my face in my hands. Things were falling apart quickly.

Omooo~~~ I covered my mouth and both of my hands to prevent myself from screaming, discovering his identity. “You are the king’s son?!” I silently yelled while my eyes widened unbelievably. He held a sigh. “Don’t mention it. Being the son of the king was never been easy. He doesn’t approve of everything I do, that’s why I rebelled and I'm thankful for him because if it wasn’t him, I will not probably meet my other half who was the woman you saw yesterday night,” he explained. “Really??” “Yeah. So, how about you? How did you meet your savior? You said you are here to repay him, any progress? Did you already find him?”

"Redemption? That's a lofty goal, Sarah. But tell me, do you think redemption is possible for someone like me?" I studied his face, searching for any sign of sincerity. "Redemption is possible for anyone who is willing to face the truth and make amends. It's a choice, Mr. Smith, and it's never too late to make the right choice." He seemed lost in thought for a moment, as if weighing the consequences of his actions. Finally, he sighed and nodded. "Perhaps you're right, Sarah. Perhaps there is a glimmer of hope even for someone like me." As the words left his lips, a sense of relief washed over me. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. We had reached a turning point—one that would

“No. Your redemption was based on choosing to be better. Whether you killed Elena or not, you still built an empire on violence. You still hurt people. You still needed to change.” “But—” “No buts. You changed because you wanted to. Because you chose love over power. Because you became a father and a partner and a person. That’s real. That’s not a lie.” He wanted to believe her. She could see it in his eyes. But doubt lingered. For weeks, he drifted. Went to work. Came home. Barely talked. She gave him space. Let him process. Until one night, he broke. “I need to do something,” he said. “Something that proves the change was real. Not based on false guilt. Just. Real.”

I kept going. “The shoulder injury has nothing to do with him. It happened because a barbell slipped during a lift. That’s it. No curse. No distraction. No ‘going soft.’ I got hurt. It sucks. Season’s over. But I’m not. I’ll be back. And when I am, I’ll still be QB1. I’ll still expect every one of you to block, route-run, and play like your life depends on it. Because mine does.” A few heads nodded—slow, thoughtful.

I practically skip to the football locker room to avoid the stares and also see my boyfriend. When I get to the locker room there is a crowd forming right outside, the last time there was a gathering like this, Stanley (a boy in our set) was forced to come out as gay, he was utterly humiliated to find out that the person he was in love with was using him to pass time as he was fully in a relationship. Stanley was forced to drop out of school and the last I heard of him was that he relocated to another city. Since then school relationships scared me but that was before Carter.