The Quarterback's Secret Novels & Stories

Their attitude only helps solidify my resolve. A few minutes before six, we head into another room I haven’t seen before. It has tables in rows and a state-of-the-art audio video system in the front of the room. Kelson Miller sits down beside me. He’s the second-string quarterback and will be my ball handler. In all the videos I’ve seen of him he never looks happy. I guess coming in second place to someone younger must irk him. He doesn’t bother to greet me, so I keep my mouth shut.

Ethan’s POV The thing about secrets is they don’t stay quiet for long. Not when you’re on a team full of guys who can smell blood in the water. Not when your coach is the kind of man who notices a shoelace tied too loose, let alone a shift in focus. And definitely not when the secret involves the one person you’re not supposed to touch. Practice should’ve been easy that week. Conditioning drills, shot reps, defensive rotations—stuff I could do in my sleep. But my head wasn’t locked in.

A single row of fluorescent lights stayed on over the far bank of lockers. He sat on the bench, elbows on his knees, the same restless energy that had carried him through four quarters still humming under his skin. Twenty-six. Starting quarterback. The one the cameras loved and the defense hated. Across from him the other man peeled off his jersey, the hard lines of his chest and abdomen marked with the red evidence of a long, physical game. Twenty-seven. Star linebacker. The rival who had spent the entire season reading his eyes and his tells, and who had spent the entire post-game looking at him like the real contest had only just begun. They had been circling each other for months—shared

I whimpered, almost ready to beg for it, but I held my tongue. “You need someone to direct you, to guide you. Oh, you like cocks all right. And you’re good at fucking but what is it all for without the right motivation?” he asked, shocking me with his role reversal. What happened to the reluctant gangbanger? Had it all been an act earlier? I quivered at the exciting thought of this secret side I’d never imagined the quarterback possessed.

"It's third quarter, and his team is down by like thirty points. He comes back from getting a beer, leans over the back of the couch, and whispers in my ear, 'I bet you a blowjob that my team wins.'" "Now, Jake was gay, so I knew he wasn't kidding, and I was between girlfriends, at the time, plus I knew there was no way they could turn the game around in three minutes, so we shook on it." The next play, my quarterback gets sacked so hard he has to leave the game. The second string guy was so bad, I think they went to the local high school and got him ... off the basketball court!" "His first pass is intercepted and run back for a touchdown. Then, he fumbles a hike, and that gets run in for a

he closed his eyes as the chorus get closer and when it arrived he smiled -drunken smile- and sang along: "Had to have high high hopes for a living." "Oh my god." my eyes widened, looking around for any possible witness. "Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing!" "Tone it down..." But the quarterback had it easy to keep me away from the shoulder when I once again tried to snatch it from his hold "There's no one here! Now, here's the best part." and instead raised the volume all the more. Hell no. "HAD TO HAVE HIGH HIGH HOPES FOR A LIVING! DIDN'T KNOW HOW BUT I ALWAYS HAD A- eh!"

Elena Carter never imagined that saving her family would force her to become someone else. When her family’s business falls into serious debt, Elena accepts an unbelievable offer from Adrian Blackwood, a cold and powerful billionaire CEO: pretend to be his missing fiancée for three months in exchange for one million dollars. There is only one problem. The woman Elena has to impersonate is her own sister, Mia. Six months ago, Mia disappeared without a trace—just days before her engagement to Adrian. Now Elena must step into her sister’s life, live in Adrian’s mansion, and convince the world that she is Mia. But Adrian knows Elena isn't his fiancée. And Elena soon discovers t

Caius said looking at the menu. "And may I ask why?" "He is not a good man. Too many personal dirty stories." "Then why are you doing business with him?" I asked confused. "He is good in business. Simple." He shrugged. I just shook my head. On the cue, Mr. Lewis arrived with his secretary. He was a man in his middle fifties, very fit though. He had a big white beard. His secretary was wearing too much vulgar clothes for my understanding. She looked in her early twenties.

Learn all his my dirty secrets before he takes me down or whatever his plan is. He had kneeled beside me, swiveling my chair until I was facing him. His hands rested on my thighs, his thumbs caressing them softly as he knelt between my parted legs. My breath hitched, I could feel myself getting excited. Scar wouldn’t shut the fuck up either, begging me to claim him. He stared into my eyes, his face was soft compared to his usual sternness. “You can tell me, Tara. You know that I will always keep your secrets,” he whispered, his chocolate scent relaxing me.

he had said back in the compartment and that was exactly what they were doing. The captain moves swiftly, playing keep-away and avoiding coming into direct contact with the opponents so that there's no challenge that will result in a jab to the rib cage or a smash to the face. . .he heaves himself and tosses the ball over to Lucas who grabs it with precision, careful not to drop it and give points to the opponents. . .four feet away from the end zone. . .Lucas is fast charging towards it. . .two Giant linebackers are coming at him. It's now or never! . . .The first linebacker tries to ram into him with its broad shoulders but Lucas does a quick spin, missing the linebacker by just inches. .