The Quarterback's Redemption Novels & Stories

I spoke gesturing and giving Trace a 'duh' look. When I looked around. All four of them were watching me in wonder. It was silent except for the beeping fire extinguisher. I shifted awkwardly. "Uhm..." "Who is this?" The girl suddenly asked sharply. I cleared my throat. "Uhm, I'm..." Trace threw an arm over me beaming at me proudly. "Guys, this is Savannah, our hero." I tried to shake Trace's arm off of me. But just as I had gotten it loose, I felt the air knocked out of me as I was tackled in a bear hug by Dante and lifted off the ground.

This was my chance to make things right and forget about the last night. As we walked towards the renovating building, Matthew's excitement filled the air. He had put his heart and soul into this bar, and I knew how much it meant to him. His dreams were finally coming true, and I couldn't let my selfish actions jeopardize that. I plastered a smile on my face as Matthew opened the door to the bar. The smell of fresh paint and sawdust filled the atmosphere, and I couldn't help but admire the transformation taking place. The bar was spacious, with beautiful wooden furnishings and a warm, inviting ambiance.

Hannah immediately walked over and leaned close to me, whispering in my ear, "Check out your nine o'clock." I turned my head and looked over, only to find it was Zander. Since he was gazing my way while walking over, our eyes met. "Ms. Johnson." In just two seconds, he was already in front of me. Today, he rocked a red suit which usually screamed power and passion. The bright color clashed beautifully against his Alpha vibe, highlighting his undeniable leadership charm even more. His handsome face, accentuated by the red suit, appeared even more resolute and determined, making it difficult for anyone to look away.

"Rea, I loved you all those years, too. I gave you my heart." I met his eyes for a second, then looked away. "I'm not denying that. But the second you slept with Tanya, everything you gave? Gone. You wiped it all out yourself." Jace's jaw clenched in frustration. "Even criminals get parole, chances to redeem themselves. Why can't I get one?" "Because with me, there are no second chances," I said just as the food arrived. He clearly wanted to keep talking, but I wasn't having it. "If you want me to actually eat this, drop the past."

"Surrender and face proper trial in front of the masses whom you are hell-bent on ruling. Your woman is going to deliver the baby safely but you will be sent to a convent prison in a far away place and she will never again darken the shores of the werewolf palaces. Step away from the table and raise your hand above your head, it is over now, your best friend is dead and news has reached our ears. Dante is dead and the unknown Queen killed Romeo. There shall be no chance of any revolution whatsoever, raise your hand in the air, Gareth. It is time to dance to the tune of your misdoings." The atmosphere fell silent and with each second passing by, the anticipation thickened the air. Gareth refu

‘I just don’t want to have to see that sick shit again. Even though I killed quite a few people, there was never a time I thought of eating them. Just remembering that left me sick and with the heebie jeebies. ‘But it could help.’ Anna reminds me. ‘And aren’t we trying to show them that we aren’t the enemy?’ ‘No amount of showing will prove that.’ I sigh, leaning forward against the banister in front of me and lifting my gaze to the city beyond again. ‘After everything we’ve done, there is no redemption.’

He looked back up at me with the corner of his lip tilted in a small smirk. It took a second before it finally struck me. Holy shit balls. How did I not notice before! He was Harold James, star quarterback for our football team. He was a big shot on campus for leading our team to multiple championships and most likely going to the NFL at the end of the school year. "Oh god. I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you!" I stammered out. I just told the star quarterback he needed to work on his throw. Kill me now. Just strike me dead right now. Harold just laughed shaking his head.

But for the first time in a long time, I dared to believe that redemption was within reach. As I closed the door behind me, leaving Trence and the remnants of our indiscretion behind, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the journey ahead. The path to redemption would be fraught with obstacles, but I refused to let them define me. With each step, I would strive to reclaim my integrity, rebuild what was broken, and forge a new path illuminated by the light of forgiveness. And though the road ahead was uncertain, I walked it with a newfound sense of purpose, guided by the unwavering belief that redemption was not beyond reach. I dialed Vince's number, my fingers trembling slightly as I pr

I chuckled at the father and son's discussion. "What have you two been up to lately?" Chairman Joe asked as he sipped his wine. "We've been doing well, teacher," I said respectfully. Chairman Joe clicked his tongue. "Why can't you regard me as father, huh?" he said. I almost rolled my eyes at this cunning man. When I needed help to change my identity and settle in country K, I had sought Chairman Joe's help. He had helped me change my identity to that of a long-lost son, in return for working in his almost-dying company to revive it.

All I crave this day is our stolen moments and her charming smile. “Mr Williams! Mr Williams!” “Did you hear what I just said?” “ Do you agree with the measures I just explained?” A voice calls out pulling me from my stupor, turning my gaze to the man standing before me I respond “I will need you to repeat your self” “ But this time around give me the summarised version, I have other things to attend to Mr. Athens” “And you have taken up enough of my time” Surprised by my change in mood, Mr Athens clears his throat and responds