The Quarterback's Secret Novels & Stories

I'm gonna have a heart attack now . "Meet me in my office after this ." He whispered in my ear . Passing my side . Oh fuck . I forgot . To tell you guys . That we are still in a secret relationship. Well nobody wants those things from last time . Even secret relationships are so great if you ask me . Just keeping things to yourself is so fucking crazy . "Huh what was that?" Quinn said elbowing my side . Faking a cuff . Such a drama queen . Anyways , my cheeks were burning . No wonder how much time passed since we were together .

“We will.” “Oh.” I stand up again, holding the open textbook to my chest. That’s when I notice how fast my heart is beating. And my knees are sort of wobbly. Because of Gage Weston? I’ve never had this kind of reaction to anything or anyone before. Why does the first time have to be with a nationally admired quarterback? “You want us to study at your apartment, instead?”

We barely gave each other anything, that was why the scoreline was so low. The Saints broke the huddle and lined up fast. I crouched low at defensive end, fingers brushing the turf, every muscle in my body coiled tight. Sweat burned my eyes beneath my helmet. My gaze locked on their quarterback. "Watch the edge!" Mike barked. He was our linebacker.

As quarterback, he moved with a precision that bordered on instinct—calling plays, pivoting, throwing with a clean, practised force that drew attention whether one intended to watch or not. Up in the bleachers, however, Liora and Tessa were far more invested in a different kind of spectacle. “And then?” Tessa leaned forward, eyes wide, utterly absorbed. “Wait—wait—so let me summarise this before you conveniently downplay it.” Liora sighed, though the faint curve at her lips betrayed her. “You’re not summarising anything,” she muttered. “Oh, I absolutely am,” Tessa shot back, raising a finger as though delivering a lecture. “He kissed you—”

Frustration starts eating me alive, and it takes all my willpower not to rip my uniform off from the sudden surge of heat that grips me. From the bleachers, I hear scattered reactions from the crowd. “Come on, Brooks!” “That was open!” “Dude, what’s wrong with him?” I risk one glance toward the sideline and see the Texas scouts talking quietly amongst themselves now. One of them writes something down, and panic crawls up my throat. Focus. But every time I drop back, I hear Jake’s voice again. One quarterback spot left. You took my father from me. And worst of all… what if he’s right about my shoulder? What if everyone watching can already tell I’m not the same player anymore?

“Keep it a secret for me, alright? I don’t want others to know that I’m the Supreme Warrior.” “But of course, I’ll keep it a secret!” Queenie was so excited that she almost cried. “Ahh!” Queenie shrieked animatedly and rushed forward to hug Fane, unable to control her impulses. “I’m so excited! I’m so, so excited! I can’t stop myself! I need to hug my idol!” “Queenie, Selena’s coming back!” Queenie’s actions stunned Lana speechless. Lana then turned to look and spotted—not too far away—Selena coming out of the toilet.

Tom mused internally as he watched one of Grossman’s meaty henchmen shift his weight from foot to foot. The masks of fake politeness were properly off between them. But Mikhail Grossman was still Tom’s generous employer, and Tom - his overpaid, cocky but irreplaceable IT genius. It was still a mystery to Tom why Grossman suddenly became so suspicious. He had a vague idea it was something to do with Vlad, or maybe Leila being his fiancée. Nobody seemed to inform Grossman what had happened a few hours ago in Vlad’s office, and Tom didn’t feel their meeting was the occasion to break the bad news. He was calmly watching Grossman pace like a caged animal, oblivious to the secret symphony Tom cond

Highland had the ball on the 27-yard line when its offensive unit took the Field. "There's Mitchell." yelled Hailey. "He's number 12. He must be the quarterback. He looks hot even with a football helmet on." Melissa glanced over at Christine to see her reaction. Christine had her pocketbook straps twisted in knots. She was staring intently at the playing Field as she tortured her purse. Melissa smiled to herself and returned her attention to the game. It was plain that Christine had not been exactly truthful about her feelings for the young man that had asked her to the dance. As that thought crossed her mind, a roar went up from Highland's section.

I owe it to her to follow the dream she set up for me. I do my normal pre-game routine, and before I know it, it’s time to take the field. I have a superstition that I’m always the last player out of the dressing room and the last player to hit the field. Many coaches have tried to change that. I think it’s because I’m a first-string quarterback that I should be more spotlighted than pulling up the rear. Honestly, I wouldn’t be anywhere without the support of my teammates. I want them to feel the glory. Ame always said, Live in gratitude and lead with kindness. So that’s what has given me the strength and mindset to go so far.

Sienna Vance is a sports therapy royalty, dedicated to taking her hometown football team to the championships. But when Jaxson Cole, the arrogant, billionaire star quarterback for her team's fiercest rival suffers a career-ending knee injury, his powerful family conspires to buy out Sienna's contract. Forced to relocate to Jaxson’s lonely luxury estate in the a snow-dusted area of Tatra Mountains Zakopane, of Poland, Sienna expects annoying mind games and strong resistance fromJaxson,who on the other hand is determined to destroy her professional composure.Sienna is determined to fix his helpless situation and walk away. But late-night sessions created an intensity , leading to unexpecte