Basketball Books Fiction Novels & Stories

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

I can’t stop thinking that the person who sent the gift could have some bad intentions towards me and my baby. There’s always this constant worry and fear in the back of my head wherever I go. After class, I decided to head to the library one afternoon to look for a certain book that was needed for my lesson the following day. I spent almost thirty minutes in there trying to look for the book and doing some research which was going to be submitted in three days. I tried to focus on my studies and ignore the bugging thoughts about Jolene.

What if it is not something I am prepared for? I brush those fears aside and press Enter. I sag on my couch. “Of course, it’s just a silly romance movie,” I read the article about the 2014 movie about a man who bets the owner of a bookstore that she will lose interest in her new beau after one month. It is cliché. I don’t need to watch the movie to know that the man will end up with the bookstore owner.

As much as I wanted to stay with him, to talk to him, and to know more about him, I couldn’t bring to convince myself. The next day in the basketball gym, I pretended nothing had happened. We had an exhausting training when we only had two more days left before the tournament. I went to the locker room right after cleaning the gym and took a few hours of sleep after drafting a new chapter for my BL book titled “Boy’s Love and Beyond.” My very first book was with me and Christoph as the main protagonists of the story. Six hours later, I was caught by surprise when someone’s arm was wrapped around my chest.

He must have kept the evidence of his dirty secrets in a place where it won't be discovered easily. My eyes fell on a bookshelf at the back of the room. I’d seen it hundreds of times, but only now did I really see it. The books were not old novels but instead about sports, football magazines, and even a few on gambling. “Motherfucker,” I hissed as I crossed the room. It took a few seconds of pulling books and magazines down before I found it. A thick manila folder tucked behind Sports Betting for Beginners. With a heavy heart, I took it over to the desk and opened the folder. A few seconds in, a cold knot formed in my stomach.

When she ran into the bathroom for more things to pack I wandered over to it and flipped it to the beginning. “The Sky Light: Paradise.” Flipping through a few pages I quickly realized she was writing a book about their history. Without caring about snooping I grabbed it and settled in the chair. I had no idea how much longer we were staying but Vance wanted to play a real game of basketball so the guys were outside doing that. “Oh, you found it huh,” she said, when she came back in. “I thought it was a book but it’s a script? I haven’t gotten far but you write really well,” I said, already impressed.

Hyun asked. "Well, for this book, I have to say that it's really business driven. They wanted me to come up with another book very quickly. I figured that the best way to do that was to get inspirations from different people's experiences and work on whatever I got from them. A little twist on this, some exaggeration on that. That's how I did the story. But of course, every adjustment had to make sense and that's were the harder part came," Cela explained. "So you mean, this novel is purely fictional?" he asked.

He looks fresh out of practice, dressed in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, sweat littered around his tatted torso, hair wet and sticking to the sides of his face and jersey hung on his shoulders. " W…what are you doing here?” I ask, rising from my chair and attempting to back away. Wrong move! My chair was just two steps away from one of the bookshelves so now I'm trapped with no way out. Before I have the chance to grab my draft book, he picks it up and holds it high in the air. " Give that back!” He chuckles. " The great author, Moonlight Aura , scared of her work being found? Shame!!"

Everything in the room spoke of the Liam I knew and loved - organized, clean, thoughtful about his space and belongings. Finally, I made my way to his bookshelf, which stood against the wall near his window. The shelves were lined with textbooks from his classes, a few novels, and some basketball-related books about strategy and training. I ran my finger along the spines, reading the titles and looking for anything that seemed out of place. That's when my eyes landed on a big book that looked a bit weird compared to the others. It was positioned differently, angled slightly outward as if it had been recently moved or replaced. The binding looked older than the other textbooks, and something

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.