The Quarterback's Secret Novels & Stories

*Asher* My teammates hoist me into the air as they begin to celebrate in the endzone. Holy shit, thank God we won. I almost blacked out while running that last thirty yards. All my brain could say to me was, “Don’t fuck this up.” “That’s our fucking quarterback!” Mark cheers, lifting his helmet in the air and spinning his arm around. “Asher Slater is a force to be RECKONED with!”

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎. '𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚'

Fergus was working on something on his laptop. His secretary came into the room. sir, "Yes, what is up?" Fergus exclaimed, glancing at his secretary briefly. "Here is a package for you." The secretary kept a small box on Fergus's desk. "Who sent it?" he asked. "I don't know. There is no sender's name. Okay, then you may go." The secretary left Fergus's room. Fergus took the flash disk from the box he had opened.

The team's offensive coordinator stood right beside him, his arms crossed over his chest, watching his new quarterback with an intense focus. "The secondary is running a late disguise on the safety rotation, Cole," the coordinator said, his voice sharp against the stadium noise. "You have exactly three seconds after the snap to identify the trigger and make the adjustment. Are you going to keep staring at the grass, or are you going to move the line?"

Carlson moved back to the seat. “Congratulations then, you have passed flirting 103” “Thank you for teaching me Carlson” “Why do you say I smell nice?” “You asked me to say something nice” “You think I smell nice” “Do you smell like wet clothes?” I could see the vulnerability in his eyes. “I’m a star quarterback. We don’t smell nice” he tries to mask his vulnerability but he sucks at that. “Relax” I touch his knees. “I’m not going to tell anyone,your secret is safe with me” he nods then looks away.

It feels good. When he lets go, I turn to the university president and shake his hand. He gives me a nod before placing the sleek trophy into my hands. The second it touches my skin, the room erupts again. Even louder than before. I glance down at the engraved plate. It's stated boldly there; Kai Cooper. Star Quarterback. Fuck. This is real. “Do you have something to say?” the coach asks, stepping aside. I nod. I'm not sure I have an idea what I'm about to say but I step forward anyway, toward the mic.

I raised an eyebrow, needing to have it all laid out. I knew, somewhere deep down, that I should ask more questions. But in the moment, I repeated the one that mattered to me most. “I’m not a secret anymore?” “Not from Beth.” I saw the faintest hint of conflict in his eyes. Even so, hearing the words again felt like a forklift had just been lifted off of my soul. Beth knew. Danny chose me. I was no longer a secret. Between that… the relief that my earlier insecurity was proven wrong… and the way the mate bond sparks pulled at me… I was a goner.

Pretend I was invisible. But now? My stomach twisted, sure. My jaw clenched, yeah. But part of me wanted to scream, Cole kissed me. He wanted me. So shove it. Of course, I didn’t scream. I’m not completely suicidal. Still, I walked a little straighter. Cole passed me by third period. He didn’t look. Not once. Just brushed past with his crew, laughing at some dumb joke Kendal cracked. The buzzing inside me died. Right. Reality check: I was still his secret.

Only when I spotted the closed door did I heave a sigh of relief. After that, I quickly dug out the note from the hidden pocket of my coat. A few words were scrawled on the piece of paper. "Quick, escape! Danger!" My heart skipped a beat out of horror. I quickly tore the note into pieces before stuffing it back into the hidden pocket. Then, I pulled out my phone and tapped on a WhatsApp chat box before typing out a message. I made sure to send the coordinates of my location too. When everything was done, I deleted the chat history immediately before placing my phone and my coat in their original positions. Finally, I sighed in relief.

“There's something about Alexander Knight. I need to know that story.” That sent a shiver through Ella, who clutched onto her notepad tighter. “Diana, I'm not sure—” “Nonsense,” Diana interjected sharply. You know how to reach that boy. That attachment you two share, look past it, use it. The weight of her secret lay heavy in the pit of Ella’s stomach, it stared back at her as if it were a scream trapped within the walls of a hurricane of whispers. Ella tensed, clutching her notepad, making her knuckles white. “Diana, I'm not sure—”