The Quarterback's Secret Novels & Stories

"found secrets out, reconciled, had to act detective... But it was all good and fun because it was with you. I love and cherish every moment we spent together." "So would you, alongside with winning the match tonight, let me win your heart as well? The whole you if possible?" "We don't understand!" Someone yelled from the crowd with a teasing voice. "Yeah! We don't!" Zaire agreed yelling. "Oh God... You guys just want me to say it. Fine. Navaeh Thatcher... Would you make me the happiest guy tonight by being my girlfriend? Would you be my girlfriend?" Navaeh blinked at a tear rolled down her cheek. Quinnel frowned and dropped the microphone to clean her tears.

"The freshman superstar gets the win! From Newton Thomas to Zed Dave—there's a new MVP!" I walked away out of the basement. I was still pissed, but then I realized my phone wasn’t in my bag. I must’ve left it inside the locker room when I went in earlier before the game started. I sneak back into the locker room, avoiding the attention of the players that rushed in. I walked in closely—I heard Newton’s voice. “I think I’ve fallen for her,” he announced to his best friend and one of his teammates, Jason laughing softly. “She goes by the name, ICEQUEEN17. She’s... different from other girls on campus. I don’t know who she is, but I’m planning to reveal myself to her at the victory party.”

I definitely should get some points for that shit. He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish in a bowl, and instead of putting us out of our misery, he took off his glasses and then wiped them. I watched as he gently stroked the sides and then as he stared with a menacing air at the lenses. He was at the end of his tether with me, but I didn't care. I was the quarterback, the star of the team and all I wanted to do was look at her. See if maybe she was thinking the same thing as me, or not?

My name was Quinn Clarke. I was 26 years old. I had a great figure and good looks, and I worked as a teacher at a private middle school. But underneath all of that, the truth was that I was just a wife who had been starved for a very long time. My husband, Garrett Weber, was getting older. His performance in the bedroom kept getting worse, and his interest in me was fading. He could not satisfy me anymore. Even when I wore my finest lingerie and paraded around in front of him, he could barely get hard. Every night, deep in the dark, I had to take care of my own needs.

My eyes frantically widened as I vigilantly leaned my body against it to strengthen the force on my side. “Just stay right there!” I snarled. “Okay, okay.” He said, surrendering. He also let go of the door, making me fully shut it close. Then I heaved a harsh sigh before I hastily jumped on the bed, drowned half of my body into the thick comfort, clutching it tightly just to make sure the bump’s hidden properly. Atlas knocked on the door but still opened it by himself anyway. He stood near the edge of the, watching me intently. I gulped as I tried to breath normally. He started stepping forward until he stopped at my side. My pulse continued faltering due to outright fear, the fear for my li

Is she stalking me or something? "I don't see how that's any of your business," I mutter, "What happens in our spare time doesn't concern you." Jane leans forward, placing both hand s on the table, "It does when he is the CEO of the company and he's secretly hooking up with his secretary."

Maverick smirked and just replied, “You are such a fool. If you don't come to my office right now and bring your hacking devices, I'll freeze your account.” The man on the other side was taking a bite of his KFC chicken when he heard what his cousin said and he almost choked. He quickly cut the call and picked up all the things he needed before rushing to Madon's company. If his cousin freezes his account like he just threatened, he will have no choice but to go back. And he is not ready to go back to that conceited, selfish, cunning, and cruel family. His heart contracts painfully every day cause he has to hide the real truth of the accident from Maverick. If the secret were to be revealed,

He’s dark, dangerous, and devastatingly rugged, with slicked-back dark hair and full, stern lips. It’s Trey Parker. VSU’s powerhouse quarterback. The guy Shawn hates more than anyone else on this planet because he refuses to share the spotlight. Trey is notorious for being cold, keeping entirely to himself, and intimidating anyone who dares get too close. People are genuinely terrified of him. And at the same time, obsessed with him. As I stare at him, a reckless, insane plan starts forming in my head. “What’s up, Goody Two-Shoes?” Chris’s mocking voice calls. “Is your lie starting to catch up with you?”

It was what I didn't know I needed. After dinner, they showed us to the door, and Amanda still had Oliver's arm around her waist when they wished us good luck in court tomorrow. "I liked them very much," I said while walking towards the hotel with the man I loved, holding my hand. "It surprised me that someone is still talking to me after Bethany made me look like the town's rapist." "Is that why you kept this secret from me and avoided me?" I turned to face him. His eyes seemed black at the dim street lights and his lips seemed more tempting, as he pursed them before answering me.

He looked up at me and something about his expression made me feel nervous. "Good," he said. "Really good actually. I think I found someone perfect." "That's great," I said and I smiled. "When do they start?" "Monday," he said. "Her name is Karen Tyler." That night, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but my brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about the doctor appointment and the money and Damian's stress and this new secretary he seemed so excited about. Something felt off but I couldn't figure out what it was. It was like a weird feeling in my stomach that wouldn't go away.