Ballbusting Story Novels & Stories

"He'd be a fool not to listen to you, Em." Her words, simple and sincere, wound their way through the knots of tension I'd been carrying around all day. "Thanks, Lila. That means a lot, really." I emptied my glass and set it down with more conviction than I felt. "Enough about the corporate soap opera. It's your turn. Tell me everything about the last Bumble catastrophe." For the next half-hour, Lila regaled me with tales of romantic misadventures that had both of us in stitches. With each story, the weight on my shoulders lifted, fragment by fragment, until I felt almost buoyant.

From her reaction, it didn't seem like anyone had talked back to her in years, talk more of calling her ball crap. "How dare you?!" She fired. I didn't know where I found my courage but I continued. "Do you really think not having a ball would hurt me? You don't know how rough my life has been." I chuckled painfully. "I bet that you can't endure a rejection from a mate you've been with for three years. I bet you would lose your mind when you find out your best friend has been fucking your mate behind your back. Or that as a child, your father abandoned you and your mother. I bet you would break down when you finally have a second chance mate and his mother doesn't approve of you. But guess w

BLAZE 'S POV The ball just went too far but I knew I couldn't let it go just let it go. There was no excuse for losing. Not even a ball not properly thrown was an excuse for me to lose. I held on to the tree as I lunged for the ball and got the ball but I was only holding the branch with the tips of my fingers. I already knew I was going to fall but I just didn't believe it until gravity was taking me down with all the force and speed it had.

“She decided we were something and I didn’t know enough people yet to argue about it.” “And now?” “Now I know enough people.” He glanced over. “Why?” “Just making sure I have the story right,” I said. He laughed, short and surprised, like he hadn’t expected that. “Fair enough.” He went back to the game. The ball came my way. I spun it back hard, it bounced off his goalie, and I said, without planning to: “I have cancer.” The rod in his hand stopped. The ball rolled to a slow stop against the side wall.

Marcus squeezed the tabloid into a tight, jagged ball and hurled it against the office wall. The glossy paper hit the wood with a dull thud. "I swear to God," he growled, his jaw ticking. "Where do they get this shit?" The ball of paper unraveled as it hit the floor, revealing a distorted headline: THE DON’S SECRET BASTARD.

It would hurt to know your only parent was embarrassed of you regardless of whether it was your fault or not that you were a hybrid. “You are lying!” Sarah screams tossing a ball of fire Lana’s way. Just before it hits Lana it fizzles out. “Missed me,” Lana says as she laughs once again at Sarah. Sarah tosses her fire balls again and again and again. Each one fizzles out just like the one before. As Sarah exhausts her anger tears form in her eyes.

Absolutely not. She asked, "Tell me how your rib got broken," and I told her the story. My body went frigid. No. Not a chance in hell. "I told you," I murmured in a hushed voice. Sharon stated, "You told me that you got it cracked in a scrimmage," regarding the item in question. "And you're full of nonsense. I need to know the truth about what took place." "I told you what happened," I said to you again and again. I got to my feet, flicked the ball into the air with one of my toes, and then snatched it up right before I started making my way back to my Jeep while taking long steps across the wet grass.

Rubber balls flew through the air and hit us all in the head and blasted cereal boxes off the shelf by the dozen. It lasted for about 20 seconds before an angry voice shouted, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” We all stopped and turned to see the store manager, an angry older man in a red vest, staring us down. Ohhhhh shit. We all stood there in mortified silence, the balls tap tap tapping around our feet, bounces dying out until they rolled across the floor. Well, we all stood there in mortified silence – except Derek. “Just playing with your balls, man,” he said jovially.

Before he could get any closer, I stood up and ran behind the couch to keep a distance between us. Since the TV was already playing a talk show, and I wasn't able to adjust the quite loud sound, Provi couldn't hear the commotion happening at the moment. Unable to get hold of me, he got hold of a pillow from the couch and threw it at me. Of course, I dodged and he was more furious, talking a bit louder. "Wait till I get ym hands on you! I think you are trying to steal some stuff here, aren't you? "

"W-What have you done behind my back?" Daniel's face turned pale as he stammered, "L-Lara, I did this for your future! Without Mr. Green's support, how could you possibly compete with people who have powerful connections?" "My future?" Lara pounced onto him like a madwoman and clamped her hands around his neck. "You beast! How could you use me as a bargaining chip?" The two of them ended up wrestling on the floor. It was a complete mess. The students around them looked on with disgust, then pulled out their phones to record the scene.