Ball Brothers Basketball Novels & Stories

The ride in the SUV was silent. The brothers kept taking glances at me and I avoided all eye contact. As we pulled up by the school I was ready to come out and find Nova. “Relax sweet cheeks.” Draven smirked as he slung his shoulder around mine. “No need to rush or hurry away. You’re with us remember?” “You want to be seen with me?” I watched them like they had grown multiple heads. “What kind of dumb question is that?” Thorne raised a brow. “You belong to us or were we not clear?”

The beast did have a beating heart after all. I took slow steps toward him and then sat on his lap. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his groin so that I straddled him, my legs curling around his slender waist. “What did he do to them? A friend of mine is among, and yes his brother plays for the Fuckboy Bulls but he had nothing to do with Shane's sabotage. He wasn't even in town when it happened.” I whispered softly, twirling his shiny locks around my fingers as my arms circled his neck. Words couldn't begin to explain how bad I felt for the poor lads who'd gotten dragged into their elder brothers' shit.

“That bastard had his hands on her!” We had to push past the crowd standing near the door. Brock was telling them to step back, but nobody was listening. They were all from the Ghost Crescent pack. What a shitty and goofy name that was, honestly. Even saying it in my head made me feel dumber. They flocked the room in order to pick up the Alpha’s brother—I forgot his name—and then they dragged him out. “I have to check up on her,” I said to Brock. “Let go of my damn arm!”

What a great first impression. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I am Jonathan. This is my brother, Jake. Jordan invited us over.” While Jonathan was definitely good looking, it was Jake who had caught my eye as the brothers had walked up. “Nice to meet both of you, I am Amalia” I replied, hoping to pull myself together and not continue to look ridiculous. “Jordan is inside getting the meat ready to put on the grill.” I motioned toward the back door. “I will go see if she needs any help,” Jonathan responded as he walked into the house, leaving Jake and I outside.

The weight of three short words someone died settled heavily over the room, refusing to be displaced. I stared at Jace, trying to process the shift in him; the arrogant, untouchable team captain had completely vanished, replaced by someone visibly haunted by a memory he had tried for months to bury. When he finally revealed that the dead player was Ethan Cole, a member of our fiercest rivals at Westbrook University, the championship game from seven months prior suddenly morphed into something far more sinister. Back then, my world had ended with a one-point loss, the roar of the crowd, and Jace stealing the ball to seal our defeat. I had spent months nurturing a bitter grudge over a basketba

He carefully settled his utensils, cleaned the sides of his lips, sipped some water, and finally said, "Are you into soccer or basketball?" "Both, sir." "Good. So what teams are you loyal to?" "Manchester City and Boogie Knights respectively, sir." The smile Marley had begun to display disappeared. "Boogie Knights you say. Why?" Bethany's plate and utensils spiced up the conversation. When she noticed her mother's and Eloïse's eyes on her, she barked an ignorant "what?" "I was going in for the weaker team when I pledged my loyalty to them. "

In the future, I aspire to become a renowned designer and not be a burden to you all. Hearing these heartfelt words, Liam's eyes welled up with tears. Initially, they had hoped Mia would rely on them, but her dedication and ambition caught them by surprise. It was deeply touching. How could Mia be so hardworking and endearing? As evening fell, Dominic, Nathan, and Connor returned home, and Mia personally prepared a celebratory meal for her brothers. Lifting her cup, Mia joyfully declared, "Today, I raise a toast to my brothers with a cup of tea instead of wine, wishing everyone a swift and prosperous journey to success. Cheers!"

Does my own brother not pick up his phone for anyone but his little gang members? I glance at Mason, who's engrossed in his book. "Hey, Mason. Do you know where my brother is?" I ask, trying to sound like I'm inquiring innocently. Maybe since he's talking to me, he's willing to give up information that the others won't. He glances up from his book, his eyes narrowed. "I'm not inclined to say," he replies stoically. Fuck.

She slowly leans her body down before tossing the ball and making the perfect shot. Ryan shakes his head before removing her cup and taking another swig of the alcoholic substance. I then grab the second ball before taking a deep breath and squeezing the ball within my hand. My eyes set themselves on the first cup in the triangle before extending my arm out and throwing the ball; resulting in it spinning itself around the rim before landing into the cup. Gianna screams in excitement before turning towards me and pulling me in for a hug.

And Laura gave me a job recommendation. “Come to Club 89 tonight. There is a man who needs a lawyer to reconcile three Alpha brothers,” Laura texted me. I accepted immediately. Yet a question lingered in my mind, “Three Alpha brothers need to be reconciled?” “What is their case?”