Ball Brothers Basketball Novels & Stories

Brielle’s POV “She’s my mate, back off!” Jace, Briarwood’s star basketball player, barked, stepping toward his brothers. I stood there, completely dazed. What the hell is happening right now? “C’mon, Jace. You can’t be serious. Didn’t you hear us growl?” Jayden interjected. That was the exact moment I realized just how deep in shit I was. Watching these brothers literally start a war over me made my head spin. Where were our parents? Why was nobody coming downstairs to stop this insanity?

I told myself none of this changed anything I needed to do or my reasons for doing it. Outside the house, the city had woken up just like any other morning. But something about me didn’t feel normal. Aaron and Dorian were siblings. Despite everything, I was still going to walk back into his house tomorrow.

Olivia seemed excited “I told you me and Brian are best friends, right! So we’re growing up together and among five of us, me, Brian, Kevin, Mark and Ryan, Brian is the only one who didn’t play, but just dated one person, she is Rosie. They’re in a long term relationship until she felt bored and cheated on him with me.” “No way!” Olivia was surprised

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?

I made my way to one of the high tables that overlooked the floor, climbing onto a bar stool and smoothing down my dress. The black dress suddenly felt too short, too tight. But in a good way. In a way that made me feel powerful instead of exposed. I took a sip of my drink—perfectly made, of course—and let my eyes wander over the crowd. That's when I saw him. Santiago De La Cruz. Everyone at college knew Santiago and his brother Mateo. The De La Cruz brothers were basketball royalty—tall, gorgeous, dangerous. They had a reputation for breaking hearts and rules in equal measure. Bad boys in every sense of the word.

“You know, you told me some months ago, after Nei-Nei passed on, that your mother in-law would be back. And look, she’s back…” Avery blushed slightly, and nodded. The door creaked open and banged against the wall. It was Noah. “You really have to learn how to knock, baby brother!” Fredrick exclaimed, playfully punching him on the shoulder. “Let’s go play basketball, Alex is down too. He says he needs a break, I can use a break too.” “Oh! I play basketball too!” “No, you don’t!” The brothers chorused. Avery’s face contorted to a bit of a frown and her eyes were watered up immediately.

to receive it. " Sooo my twin brother is a huge fan of basketball, that is why I brought him here" Audrey said. Derrick then left with Carlos to talk with him, " So I heard you are a newbie here in New York," Carlos said. "Yeah yeah I got bored of Cleveland, so I decided to come see my brother before I make a decision to go to college. " I see, you look like a really fun person and I would love to be your friend unlike that jerk" Carlos said and laughed jokingly Derrick enjoyed it when someone other than himself insulted his brother. It made him feel on top of the world that someone other than himself can see what a jerk his twin brother is. " You called my brother a twin, I love this alrea

They were obsessive about their pre-game routine, always drinking from their personalized water bottle exactly thirty minutes before practice. That's when inspiration struck. I remembered overhearing Zoey's older brother talking about the twins' allergy to peanuts, which will be the perfect bait for me. The plan was perfect. A few drops of peanut in their water bottles would have them running off the field within minutes. Public humiliation, just like they'd done to me, but ten times worse because it would be in front of their teammates and coach. There was just one problem: I needed access to their gym locker room, but it would be hard because the space is always locked.

I say, taking the boxes from him and handing them to Julie before we hug, our cozy sweaters matching in color. "That's so thoughtful. The boys will love it," she says to both of us. "That's them, right? Twenty-three and twenty-one?" I ask, nodding toward two familiar-faced boys on the court, and she beams. "Cole's twenty-one, and Eric's twenty-three," she clarifies, and I take note. "We have to leave, though," I tell her, and she frowns, disappointed. Before she can say anything, Bryan leans to my ear, having heard me.