Ball Brothers Basketball Novels & Stories

I muttered and rubbed my eyes as memories of the evil brothers began flooding my brain. I knew them from my old pack house school… Nathan and Nolan Sparks were famous bad boys in my school. They are handsome of course and they never slept with the same girl twice, all the girls at my old school wished to date them at least once. I didn’t have much interest in the popular brothers, and neither did I feel they would have any interest in me since I was a typical nerd due to having my nose always buried in my textbooks. Until that fateful day when Rose asked me to help her take revenge on them both.

Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks. Brent, Jarret’s younger brother is still in the Army. After he gets out, he will be joining the club. His road name will be Army. Joel, Tracker’s younger brother is still in the Marines, when he retires, he’ll also join the club. His road name will be Rebel. CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC

I could see the striking resemblance between them now as they walked side by side. Mateo was an exact carbon copy of his father, he was just five inches taller, he was taller than everyone. After a few minutes. “Brielle, I need to talk to you, privately” Something was not right.

I shouted, my eyes blazing with anger. “I’m sorry,” Ross apologized, but I wasn’t having it. “Sorry for your damn self,” I barked as I walked to my wardrobe. I have barely even moved into my home and these two brothers decided to make my life a living hell. I brought out my first aid box and I tossed it to them. “Suit yourself,” I said, folding my arms and relaxing my back against the wall, my eyes fixed on them. I didn’t know what to do at this point. I needed someone to talk to.

"The great Alpha, all alone." Brother shifted immediately, his Alpha presence flaring. But they were ready for him. While they fought, I frantically called his assistant James. "Alpha Council building, Maple Alley, five attackers, send backup NOW!" I screamed into the phone. Brother was incredible. Even outnumbered, he took down two of them quickly. But the third got lucky, catching him with a blow to the head when he was distracted. He went down hard. That's when I saw the silver blade in the leader's hand, aimed straight at brother's heart.

Before the punch could land, the door burst open. “Enough!!!” Uncle Nuel’s voice thundered through the tension. He stepped between them, face rigid. “This is a hospital. Not your battlefield or your boxing ring. What the hell is wrong with both of you?” he spoke while shoving the boys away from each other. The two men stared past him; though the fight had been halting, their silence was louder than any argument. The damage was done. Days passed. The wound in Selene's forehead has slowly healed, but then something else has started to grow in her heart.

"If anything happens to you kids, the Alpha will have our heads." Sarah nodded frantically. "The silver barriers will hold. Just stay inside and don't make a sound." But Kane and Ryan—before they'd manifested their wolves—had other ideas. I watched through the memory as my younger brothers whispered in the corner. "We can't just hide here like cowards," Ryan hissed. "Father needs us," Kane agreed. "We're Alpha blood. We should be fighting." "You're children," I protested. "Father told us to stay." But they were already working together, using Kane's developing Alpha strength to quietly disable the alarm barriers on the rear window.

He finally released my arm and walked away, disappearing into the crowd of students. I resisted the urge to rub the spot where he’d grabbed me. I could still feel the phantom pressure of his fingers, the threat in his touch. “He seems nice,” Nick said, completely unaware. “Your stepbrothers are both on the basketball team, right?” “Yeah,” I managed, my voice slightly strained. “They are.” We started walking again. Nick resumed talking about his morning classes, about some guy in his chemistry lab who’d accidentally set his notebook on fire. I half-listened, nodding and smiling at the appropriate times.

"Anytime, Simon. Anytime." The relief that washed over me was like none other. I had forgotten that my brother was a national basketball player. Sportsmanship was something he'd always had in him. Last time, he had only erupted because brotherly overprotectiveness had taken over. I took a deep breath and sat down resting. Finally, this had come to an end too. I saw Brian upheaved onto his teammates shoulders, holding the trophy high celebrating as the crowd went wild. Some people happened to be crying tears of happiness.

she asked, trying to keep her voice casual. “When I was back home, my father mentioned he’d signed with an NBA team. Hasn’t been home since. I think he’s scared I might still hold a grudge.” Xavier smiled faintly, almost sadly. “But I don’t. He was just a messed-up teenager back then. Kids do stupid, terrible things.” Veronica felt like the floor was tilting beneath her. Zane had once told her the exact same thing—he’d played in the NBA but was retired now. The pieces clicked together too perfectly. Could they really be brothers?