Ballbusting Story Novels & Stories

They were constantly treating me like an outsider, keeping things from me and not letting me know the details. First of all was the picture with a woman and girl in the picture. They wouldn't tell me who she was saying it wasn't their story to tell. Next was the issue off the ball. They wouldn't disclose the full details of the ball apart from the fact that it was meant to break me, making me dread the idea of attending the ball and now even with the truth out, they were still lying to my face. They were denying the fact that the Prince had a compelling power and trying to make me believe everything that happened was not real.

"He owed money to very dangerous people. Half a million dollars to a loan shark named Lucas Ross. He decided that the best way to pay it back was to rig basketball games by getting Liam kicked off the team." The hallway felt colder as she spoke, as if the temperature had dropped several degrees. Charlotte's face had gone pale, and she reached out to steady herself against the trophy case beside them. "That's insane," Charlotte breathed. "That's absolutely insane. How could anyone think that would work?" "It almost did work," Deborah said, her voice carrying a note of bitterness. "Everyone believed the lies he planted. The coach kicked Liam off the team, his teammates turned against him, and

"It's about having the courage to burn your old life to the ground so a new one can rise from the ashes." The launch was a massive success. The press was ecstatic. Orders poured in. I had finally found myself again. After the show, I was heading out. Lorenzo was waiting by the door. When he saw me, a flicker of hope lit up his dead eyes. "Bella." His voice was a broken thing. He stumbled toward me. "Please. Just let me explain." I didn't slow down. I didn't even look at him. "Bella, I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" he trailed after me. "I swear, nothing ever happened with Juliana."

he whispered through my ear, and I pushed him away and grunted simultaneously. I stand up. “Blake, who do you think I am, anyway?! I cannot take another word from you; I am fed up. I wanted to dance with you, but I can’t because I know you wanted to dance with her, and now I have to lie to my parents about it . . . Now, I am aware that the other people at the ball are waiting for you, and here you are acting like a complete idiot!” I unleashed the storm with all of my strength. I even went to the trouble of hurling a few random items off the table, and I couldn’t believe it when I found out there was a picture of him and her together.

I said, detaching myself, "I didn't mean to lose control like that." Winter, it’s okay; everyone reaches a breaking point eventually. Today marks your day, while mine was three years in the past, which is completely fine. I suppose that was necessary; let's resume our work. Emmily gave a nod. My eighteenth birthday, the day of the ball, brought on a wave of emotion, leading me to dust, mop, and clean rooms. I overheard some women talking while I was cleaning. "If I give him a blowjob, Alpha, will you let me attend the ball?" a woman asks.

He had caught two of the balls and the third had missed him. "Dude could you get out the way?" one of them asked. I ran and fetched the third ball. "Let's finish them," I said to Sebastian as he smiled at me. He threw the two balls and they hit each guy sending them flying back. Wow! I want to do that. So, I threw my ball the hardest I could at the third guy, but it just bounced off him! "You'll pay for this Randall!" I heard one of them shout back as they left the hall.

Melanie spent three whole days cursing Conrad and Kelly for flaunting their relationship. This time, there wasn't even a whisper of gossip in thee circle. Everyone was certain that the engagement between the Harmons and the Reeses was about to be called off. They were just waiting for the spectacle. My engagement was indeed broken off, but they would never see me become the laughingstock. Apparently, that day, things were bustling at Reese Enterprise's headquarters. Conrad barged into the meeting room with his little secretary and a bunch of reporters.

One of the guys mocked and they all laughed "Kill them, Rita, suck them dry" I take the ball they threw at me "who got this?" "Oh, it's out lucky ball, we use it every game, " one of the Jock said "so give it" I use one hand to pop it, everyone was shocked "How -how did you do that" I threw it at them "Try me, and it's your heads I'll be popping" "You freaking bitch, that was our lucky ball, you are so dead" ha! Time to teach these losers they are meaning with the wrong girl

Instead, she set it down carefully, walked onto the court, and picked up the stray ball. "One day," she said, her voice filled with a promise of future violence. "One day, I'm going to write the real story of Noah Hale and I’m going to make sure the world knows exactly what a prick you are." "I'm counting on it," I smirked. "But until then pass me the ball." She fired it at my chest, hard enough to bruise but I caught it with a grin.

I exhaled slowly, leaning back against the counter and staring at the neatly organized tools in front of me. “So,” I said after a moment, breaking the silence, “what now?” Emily’s eyes lit up as she turned to face me, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “The fucking ball!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with enthusiasm. I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Don’t remind me,” I mumbled. “I’d rather dissect a frog than go to that thing.” Emily gasped, mock horror etched on her face. “What the hell happened to you? A few days ago, you couldn’t shut up about how excited you were for the ball!”