Ball Brothers Basketball Novels & Stories

the man agreed in a nod. It was not news to anyone that the Costello brothers, despite being estranged, are very close, the three butcher brothers should not have to teach the two girls good manners, another reason for the pressure of their marriage to occur, even if I tried to postpone the maximum. None of my men imagined what had really happened, I left the apartment accompanied by Giuseppe, I knew he would take bullets for me, but in any case, he would betray Don Sartori to take power and give Beatrice the chance to have a life, I admit that if was anyone else would also give away his betrayal.

I muttered aloud when Van’s face flashed on the screen. Gorgeous and a playboy. His father, a retired movie mogul, helped buy the team for his sons and supported their wild bad boy escapades. At least Van’s. The other brother, Joel Stelson, stayed out of the limelight, but I couldn’t imagine him being any better than his brother. The most surprising thing I discovered was that both sons were key players for the team. The Slam, the team’s name wasn’t a surprise; it was exactly what I suspected—violence, dirt, and sweat. A dumb jock’s wet dream.

"Why do you even care about some hockey competition? We have bigger problems than..." "Because it's the only thing I have left that makes sense!" The outburst surprised both of us. He took a breath, collecting himself back. "Because everything else in my life has turned completely upside down, and hockey is the one thing I'm good at. The one thing that's still... normal." I understood that feeling more than I wanted to admit. The desperate need for something, anything, to feel normal again. "I can't," I said quietly. "I can't be around you, Ronan. The bond—it's forbidden, we're like siblings now"

Pulling on his gloves, he took his stance and waited for his younger brother. The men wasted no time on courtesy and went straight to work on each other’s appearance. Every blow was fierce and merciless, yet strangely free of genuine hostility. Only when neither of them had the strength left to remain standing did the fight finally come to an end. Somewhere in the distance, a disappointed sigh escaped from the trio of onlookers. They had expected a clear winner, but this time the match ended in a draw. Breathing heavily, the brothers stepped out of the ring and leaned back against the platform, bursting into loud laughter.

"The regen they stole from you is outpacing ours. Avery, feel the bond straining?" "Straining hard," I replied, words rushing. "But we're still one. Kai, your fire. Give me more." "Take it all," Kai said, fighting wildly. "Damien, behind." Damien turned but caught multiple hits. "Got me. Brothers, Avery. They're closing the last gap." We kept swinging, voices overlapping in the crush. "Can't break free," Ezra grunted. "Keep talking," I urged. "Damien, your calm. Hold it."

They turn around to see a couple of boys walking towards them on the court. "Hey guys" he goes to them and they excitedly stand around him "what's up RJ, Noah?" He greets them "Where have you been Beck? you haven't played here in like a month" Noah asks "Yeah basketball season, but it's done now so I'm gonna be around more" "We heard you got creamed by Sunnydale" they make fun of him "Oh yeah, my brother goes to Sunnydale he talks about that game a lot" RJ adds.

”Jeff and Brandon are Brothers? TBC

Willow asked, touching my arm. I couldn't answer. I just watched as a group of guys rounded the corner, laughing and shoving each other. They were wearing their varsity jackets, the "Wolves" logo stitched on the back. I knew them. They were on the basketball team. They were the popular jocks. Close friends to the Salvatore twins. My heart sank as my eyes locked onto one of them. He was tall, dark and handsome with messy dark hair, holding a basketball under one arm. He was one of the team’s best players, a guy who lived for the spotlight.