Ballbusting Story Novels & Stories

I stayed quiet, letting her speak and deciding to only talk when she wants me to. "I've known about this for some days now and I was contemplating telling you. I just worry about you and didn't want you to rush head in, without thinking first. But when, you came to my bar the other day, I couldn't imagine not telling you." She said frantically, pulling her bottom lips into her mouth and releasing it. "There's this ball coming up, an actual grand ball. I heard a couple of men talking about it at a corner at the bar. They seemed like the Black Rose people, I'm not sure. But it's a big ball and most of the top seated people in the city are going to be there and—"

"Famous last words." He picked up a basketball and shot it. It bounced off the rim and rolled away. He picked up another one. It bounced off the backboard and hit him in the face. I burst out laughing. I could not help it. The sound came out loud and uncontrolled. "Stop laughing," he said. "I cannot stop." "Gabriella." "The ball hit you in the face. Your own ball. The one you threw." "That was a bad throw." "Every throw is a bad throw."

He got into his car, revved it into motion and drove to the school. * "You are one of a kind, Iris. Don't let hatred and envy destroy that about you. Just accept who you are and the moon Goodness would be ready to help you" Iris was overwhelmed with joy at her revelation and went back to her seat with a broad smile. Miss Peyton took the stage, "Special thanks to those outside the school that tried our Ball but I'd like to tell you an interesting story. This Ball had been stolen twice, the first one was this original but the second one was a fake that a friend of mine made. Till now, I'm still curious, who could have want to steal the Ball? Why do they need it? I hope I find answers to my que

It was time to take the traditional out of her vocabulary. The smack of Lloyd's pool stick striking a ball sliced the air, overshadowing the eighties music blaring from the speakers in the corner of the hall. He stayed bent over the table, arm outstretched as he watched the roll of the balls he just smacked into motion. "So, you gonna keep Karla coming to the shop? Or is this just a passing phase?" The three ball sunk into the side pocket. "And what about that other girl? What was her name?"

But on opening her eyes and seeing someone (of which I refer to myself), Dorothy got startled and unknowingly materialised the ball, making it fall to the ground and shatter, as would a mug. I was surprised, and felt bad that I'd startled her. “What in tarnation!” she bellowed. “I'm sorry I'd startled you, Dorothy, I really didn't mean that!” I pleaded, advancing towards her. “My first ever Mystique Ball has been shattered! It took me several hours in the past to sustain one this big, but to no avail, and yet you just found a way to ruin the first one capable of materialising!”

He couldn’t take it and it only hurt his d*ck when he tried to! Roland’s face turned pale when the number turned zero... "Tick---!" Roland collapsed on his buttocks, his legs and eyes wide open, waiting for his little buddy to blow off! "Clack!" However, to his surprise, instead of seeing his little buddy along with his balls go blown off, a small stick came out instead with a flag stating: Boom! "Pft!" The woman on the speaker laughed, "Fuwahaha! What a doof! It’s just a toy! "

He was hysterically laughing rolling on the ground which woke my competitive side. "Come on. Let's go home." He said getting up from the floor. "No way, I am not going home until I shoot at least once," I said determinedly and started shooting the ball. "Now stop it, let's go." He grabbed me in the middle when I went to collect the ball I threw. I released myself from him forcefully and went to grab the ball. I was right. It is really a good stress buster. I went a bit near the net this time and got ready to throw the ball.

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.

It didn’t break however. Before I could figure it out, the ball burst into a white thick smoke. The smoke stung my eyes and skin, even with my protective suit that my sister made for me. The sting was also sharp, and it was like it pierced through my clothing, skin and eyes. I looked at Ponpon with almost half-closed teary eyes. Even he coughed up. “I told you that ball isn’t friendly!” He blamed me with a hoarse voice.

I rarely used it, because of the consequences. Walking through the frozen scene, I grabbed the ball mid-air, turned it around, and sent it flying back, with my Alpha force. Then, I returned to where I stood and released time. BANG! The ball slammed into the boy who threw it, sending him flying across the court. He crashed onto the ground, unconscious. Gasps filled the air. "What the hell was that?" "Did you see that? Weird, right?" "But the ball was facing Noah’s direction!" "Thank God it wasn’t our Noah! That handsome face!"