Ball On The Family Season 2 Novels & Stories

The sunlight fell across his golden-brown hair, giving him an almost sharp brilliance. "Uncle, you're not much smarter than Bianca." Uncle Estev rubbed his aching back, snapping irritably, "You brat! How dare you hit your own uncle!" Francesco walked over, bent down, and picked up the ball. He rolled it between his fingers. "Isn't this what you and Mother taught me?" He lifted his gaze. His eyes turned ice-cold in an instant, an oppressive pressure radiating from him. "Family kills family."

The twins were already playing with the red ball, kicking it back and forth while laughing. “Mommy, watch me!” Malachi called, running after the ball with all his energy. “I’m watching, baby!” I called back, sitting down between Marcus’s legs as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. His chin rested on my shoulder, his hands gently rubbing my belly out of habit, even though the twins were long grown now. “This is nice,” he murmured against my ear. “Just us family.” I leaned back into him, sighing happily. “It really is. I love days like this.”

He says running his eyes over us with a look of utter disgust on his face. “Oh Papa, I did not think I needed to be invited to my family Ball. Oh and you have met my tie Alpha Maddox” I smirk as my little mate lingers on the word tie. The rage is seeping out of him in big fat waves. “Mama, you look lovely this evening” Lyra says, completely ignoring her fathers aura that is gathering some funny looks.

"What do you think will happen when your beloved Daddy finds out you've been whoring yourself and Christiansen media for peanuts to cover your habits?" Her pupils constricted into tiny pinpricks as her breathing became labored. I saw the flutter of pulse in her neck. She opened her mouth slightly, her panting breaths washing over my chin and neck. I grabbed her arms, squeezed them slightly. "Don't. Ever. Fuck. With my family. Again." She nodded, like a puppet who didn't have a hand up its ass anymore. "Good. Now pull yourself together. Let's get this farce over and done with." I stepped away as one of the doors to the ballroom swung open in a wide arc. I looked over and saw two men step out

his mother added gently. He remained silent, knowing that if things had gone differently, Jane would likely be dead by now. As they spoke, little Brian’s eyes caught sight of the pack of colorful balls. Suddenly, his father's arms were no longer interesting. He began to squirm, and Brian, distracted, let him go. Their discussion was abruptly interrupted by the sound of tearing plastic. Little Brian had successfully torn the pack open, and the balls spilled out in a vibrant, bouncing cascade, rolling in every direction across the bed and floor.

Okay, Chris? Chris nodded vigorously. "Of course! We must be number one!" Both of them ignored me and headed straight for the amusement park. I had no choice but to get up and follow. It was a lot easier than I expected. The rule is that the parent holds the child and the child grabs the ball. The two ran back and forth until the basket at the end was full. Roman couldn't have won this more easily. Because the other contestants are really just mother and son, just the pair of them is "father and son."

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

said Raymond. “We’re playing dodge-Elder Rolland, but as if we’d be anywhere else,” said Henry while Sonylla introduced Derek. “It is like what Sebastian’s father said earlier. Family sticks together,” said Molly. “Yes, it’s like that. Sebastian wasn’t wrong either when he mentioned flyball earlier,” said Erik. “We met you when you were practicing for flyball’s tryout after all, when we were at school,” said Victoria. “YES! That’s right,” said Henry.

I surface shaking the water off my hair, and grab the ball. "Alright, I'm ready to show you all my incredible ball skills!" They all share a playful glance, ready for more amusement. I toss the ball to Mia, who effortlessly catches it with a grin. Madelaine splashes around, eagerly waiting for her turn. "Watch out, Ben! Mia might just beat you at your own game!" Made pipes in with pure laughter. "No chance, Madre! I've been practicing my moves!" As the game progresses, the pool becomes a hub of delight and friendly competition. I flawlessly catches passes, showing off my skills, while Mia playfully tries to outmaneuver me.

"Let's go get our boys and lemme show you just a pinch of how much I love you. You wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow, that I assure you. "Okay. Would love that daddy." I whispered. We got down from the podium to a loud and cheerful noise from the crowd, cheering us. "That was a perfect way to end this ball. From the beginning, I had the feeling it was going to be one of a kind since I began to see traffic while coming. Congratulations to Miss Macbeth and her spouse, do invite us for the wedding." He chuckled. "And we've come to the end of this year's Family ball, it's a lovely event. Stay safe, happy, and blessed everyone. "