Novel & Cerita The Quarterback's Secret

Vince asks as Lester gives him a cheeky grin. “Something my assistant is going to help me with” Lester smiles. “This is top secret; you can’t even tell Tiffany what we are about to do” he adds, opening the envelope and pulling out the piece of paper inside to reveal its contents. Vince’s eyes grow wide when he reads what was on the paper. “What do you need me to do?” he asks, smiling he gets to help Lester with revealing the sex of the baby.

the lie left my lips smoothly, "Jennifer Hills. What about you?" He bit his lip bottom lip, "Quentin Whitlock." Our drinks were placed on the bar in front of us, the sound distracting us for a mere second. I grabbed the glass and brought it to my lips as he continued to speak, "I'm thirty seven. What about you, doll? You cannot be older than eighteen." "I'm flattered," I batted my eyelashes, letting out a fake chuckle as I did so, "I'm actually twenty eight." Again, that was a lie. I was only twenty but be didn't need to know that now, did he?

Maybe if he ever gained the courage to come out publicly, he would apologise to all of them for using them. “So… I’m a special case then?” Would it be appropriate to confirm that? Zach shouldn’t be able to guess that he was in love with him if answered positively. He just had to be more careful in the future. “Of course, you’re a special case. You’re the only person who has discovered my secret.” That should put Zach off probing any further. It didn’t. “I didn’t really discover your secret as such. I just made a lucky guess, you overheard and dragged me into your office and confirmed it for me. If you had just laughed it off and given me a warning to not speculate about you, we wouldn’t be s

Where the others relied on brute force, I had to rely on geometry, timing, and speed. The ball bounced awkwardly off a loose tackle ten yards ahead. Moving before anyone else registered the fumble, I sprinted forward, scooped the oval leather into my chest, and accelerated. "Stop him! Don't let the kid through!" The wind roared in my ears. Two more defenders converged, closing the gap like a closing vise. I fake-passed to an imaginary teammate on my wing, watching the eyes of the boy on my left flicker for a fraction of a second. That was all the invitation I needed. I burst through the microscopic gap between them, the fabric of their jerseys brushing against mine as I slipped past.

“He says he’s proud of the championship. But I know he still wants me in the company boardroom by fall.” Vivi set her brush down. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him. They stood like that for a long time, his chin resting on her head. The embrace carried everything they couldn’t say—the fear of the future, the strength they found in each other, the quiet promise that they would not let outside forces pull them apart. Marcus sent daily updates. The unknown sender had gone silent, but that silence felt louder than any threat. Professor Lang added extra security volunteers. The rugby boys volunteered to stand near the stage during the ceremony. Everyone was watching, waiting.

“I know.” “Good. Now we can get to the serious part. The Dallas Titans have been the talk of the town in the NFL, but you and I both know, everyone is interested in one man in particular. Jaxon Wolfgang. He’s known to be evasive, but you are gonna have to work hard to break through his shell and get us where we need to be." The irony isn’t lost on me that I have to work hard to get the quarterback of the Dallas Titans to spare a minute of his time for me. Again

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

"A fan moment, huh?" "No worries, I'm over it. When I meet players like Killian MacGregor or Matt Ryan, expect the same reaction. I'll actually count on you to give me a signal if I start drooling." I chose the number one and two quarterbacks in the league for a reason, and it's fun to watch Aiden's lips compress in distaste.

“Because it’s so predictable. Because of course he is. Because he’s the quarterback and Ridgeville worships quarterbacks like they personally invented oxygen.” I snort. “That’s… accurate.” She glares at the floor. “I don’t like how it puts him on this stupid pedestal.” I tilt my head, studying her. “You know that’s exactly why he will get crowned king, right?” She sighs dramatically. “Don’t say it like that.” “I mean it,” I say. “Every teen movie ever made? The quarterback wins. It’s basically a rule.” She looks at me sideways. “You’re weirdly calm about this.”

The locker room was silent except for the distant hum of the building’s ventilation and the occasional drip of water from the showers. He felt utterly claimed — body, mind, and future. The shame was crushing. The fear of what this meant for his life on campus was real. But beneath it all, a dark excitement stirred. Tomorrow night, he already knew, he would be here. Waiting. Ready to be used again. The star quarterback had won completely.