There's Always This Year: On Basketball And Ascension

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

Drake was in all ways an alpha man. The best basketball player the town got and the Greek god of the female species. But even Drake was human alright and he also got enough skeleton in his cupboard locked faraway until he meets her his mate the coach's baby sister who came making all hell loose.Jemima was an underprivileged lady who held her head high never backing down, not even the alpha Drake could. Even when things got a little spicy from love at first sight 'to 'one-night stand 'then 'a hate-love relationship'.Drake was all the luck Jemima needed to a better life while Jemima the salvation and fire Drake needs to keep his passion for basketball burning despite his demons. Expect ecstasy twirled with passion at its peak.

He was supposed to be nobody. Born with crippled spiritual roots in the weakest corner of the Mortal Heaven Continent, he spent his early years mocked by peers, dismissed by elders, and written off as a waste of a bloodline. The world had a plan for people like him — obscurity, mediocrity, a quiet death at the bottom of the cultivation ladder. Then the System arrived. Rude, chaotic, and absolutely unhinged, the Infinite Chaos System begins issuing missions so absurd they border on cosmic comedy — slap an arrogant Young Master, steal from a forbidden ruin, insult a Heavenly Lord to his face. And somehow, at the end of every ridiculous task, he walks away stronger than before. What begins as a shameless scramble for survival slowly reveals something far more terrifying. His talent isn't crippled. It was sealed. His bloodline isn't ordinary. It was buried. And the System that appears to be helping him? It was never designed to help anyone. As he rises from a forgotten boy in a forgotten kingdom to a figure that shakes the foundations of all Nine Realms — and the ancient dimensions lurking beyond them — the truth peels back in layers. The history of the cosmos is a lie. The gods who rule from their thrones are terrified. The first user of his System already conquered everything and nearly destroyed it all. And somewhere at the end of every road, a question waits: what do you do when you've beaten every enemy, unraveled every secret, and the universe itself asks you to become its next ruler? He laughs, pockets another ancient treasure, and causes more problems.

Riven Black was Oceandale’s basketball god. On the court he was untouchable, a star basketball celebrity, billionaire CEO, media golden boy, and every girl’s dream man …. Underground he was something much darker… Alpha of the Valora pack, sworn to secrecy by laws written in blood. Samantha Anderson knew nothing about his world. A quiet hotel attendant at Royale Lodge, who spent most of her time clearing sheets of people she was never going to recognize. When Riven lodged into Royale, under an alias, she didn’t recognize him. She only knew that he was tall and dark and exuded an aura impossible to resist. Riven was surprised… Unsettled that she didn’t recognize him.But their paths didn’t end there. That same night, she goes to an underground bar party her friend had invited her to. Drunk on cheap liquor, she was dared to take a masked stranger home. She did, not that the stranger she spent the night with was Riven Black. And he was tearing Oceandale apart looking for her.

Nora, a quiet and talented artist, has always kept to herself, letting her creativity speak louder than words. Life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with Jaden, a charming and irresistible basketball star whose reputation for heartbreak precedes him. What starts as a casual connection soon spirals into a passionate and consuming romance, filled with stolen glances, secret moments, and undeniable chemistry. But love is never simple. Betrayal, heartbreak, and jealousy test the strength of their bond, forcing both Nora and Jaden to confront their deepest fears and desires. As they navigate the turbulence of young love, they must decide whether their hearts are strong enough to endure the storms—or if falling in love means falling apart. Tender, raw, and unforgettably intense, “The Art of Falling” is a story about love’s power to heal, transform, and sometimes, break us completely.

Audrae Brie Zamora has always lived for everyone else. As the star player of San Diego University, she carries the weight of expectations on her shoulders—her family, her team, her dreams. To the world, she's fearless. But behind every victory is a girl quietly falling apart. Then Kenji Yuzo Morzal enters her life. A national basketball player. A future pilot. A transfer student with a future already mapped out. He wasn't looking for love. She wasn't ready for it. What begins as an unexpected friendship slowly turns into something deeper—not through grand confessions, but through silent sacrifices. While everyone else only sees the athlete, Kenji sees the girl struggling to survive. So he learns Accountancy just to help her pass her classes, stays beside her through her darkest nights, and asks for nothing in return. But life has its own plans. An injury shatters Audrae's career. A heartbreaking loss changes everything. And just when Kenji finally hears the words he's waited so long to hear... She disappears. Without a goodbye. Without a promise. Years later, fate gives them another chance. But can love survive the distance, the silence, and the years they lost? Or are some promises only meant to be remembered? Sometimes, the greatest love story isn't the one that begins with "I love you."Sometimes... it begins with, "Can you wait for me?"