Ballbusting Story Novels & Stories

“Is that… a stress ball?” I glanced down at it, realizing how out of place it must’ve looked in my grip. The deadly mafia boss, squeezing a tiny, handmade stress ball like some corporate asshole trying to manage his deadlines. “Yes,” I said flatly. “It’s a stress ball.” Santi and Ace exchanged a look before both of them burst into laughter. I stilled. My irritation, which had been simmering just beneath the surface, flared into outright annoyance. “The fuck is so funny?”

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.

My hand was sweating; I released the ball and threw it into the gutter. “No!” I said to the ball, unaccepting of its fate. The ball weaved back and forth in the semicircle, gaining momentum rather than losing it. “Out,” I whispered, and the ball obeyed. It hit the edge of the back side and smacked into the center pin. “What the fuck!” Roman and Slade yelled. Gunnar had already begun celebrating. He looked up just as the strike alert sounded.

“Yeah, so once realizing that our ball wasn’t coming back did me and my brothers move to climb some crates that had been stationed around our yard. Our eyes soon landing on Isabella. Her face livid and full of rage as she yelled and screamed at us. The ball still in her hand soon being tossed back over the fence only to hit Blake right in the face. Knocking Blake flat on his ass too.” “Hmm… interesting. Looks like our dear sweet girl had a mean right hook even then too” murmurs Tony which causes me to smirk, remembering what happened last time they saw me throw something into the air. Jace now curious as he moves to arch a brow over at Tony. Alex quick to fill them in the gap by explaining a

Not letting the looks or likes of them underestimate me. "Hmm. Okay! Ladies and gentlemen! Put it up for Giant Muffin and The Baller! Who do you think is gonna take the five thousand dollars home?! Is it Baller or Giant Muffin? Who ladies and gentlemen?!" "Muffin! Muffin! Muffin! Muffin! Muffin! Muffin! Muffin!" I am never eating muffins again. Then they blew the whistle. The fight had begun.

He suddenly exerted force, and the white ball seemed to turn into a meteor and shot on the table. Under everyone's gaze, the white ball was directly hit empty and crashed onto the edge of the table. "This guy is finished!" Seeing that the white ball missed, Sun Xiang was so excited that he almost jumped up. "No way!" Disappointment gradually appeared on everyone's faces. However, a miracle happened in the next moment. Bang!!! The white ball crashed into the edge of the table and bounced heavily onto the black8. Pushed by a huge force, the black 8 was pushed into the hole.

Suddenly, the ball slipped from his hand and flew back at Victor, who leaped to the side in time not to be hit. The sixteen-pound ball William had chosen smashed into the plastic chairs with a crash that made everyone in the building look our way. William blushed while Victor bent over with laughter. “Stop it,” I hissed at Victor. “It could happen to anybody.” I retrieved the ball and took it to William. “Try again, but hold onto the ball tighter.” “Yeah, you’re supposed to throw it the other way toward those little white pins,” Victor teased. “You roll the ball, not throw it,” I corrected.

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“And then she threw two balls at him. One hit his leg while the other misses him but gets stuck in the wall behind him. The crowd went crazy.” Joey narrates the story for me as I scarf down my lunch. “Wow. Who knew dodgeball could be so exciting?” West laughs. “He deserves it though. I knew something was fishy when he suddenly wanted to be friends with you, asking you to join him for lunch.” Thea says. “And you didn’t say anything? Aren’t you supposed to be ‘protecting’ me?”