Basketball Books Fiction の小説・ストーリー

Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

I really wanted to meet his sister. “I found a new book for you,” Nicolais interrupted. My gaze shifted to him, and I saw a new expression—one I hadn’t seen before. Jealousy. Was he jealous of my conversation with Sicca? “It’s right there,” he said, pointing beside my plate, where a sky-blue book lay quiet and waiting. “It’s fiction.” “Thank you so much,” I smiled at him as I picked up the book. “What’s it about?” “It’s a fairytale,” he explained, “I figured you might like that.”

The whole school has been buzzing about it. “And well, it’s a bummer about his leg. They won’t be happy about that at school. He’s our starting center for the basketball team.” I shrugged cause, grand scheme, I could care less about a basketball game. “Summers! Focus. I know all about the sexy underwear she told us, did not show us, but we have imagined it, and I may not like orange, but it sounded hot. But back to the topic at hand. Riko.” Darius interrupted my rambling.

“I am not a nerd! I play basketball too. I made the junior league in high school.” As if playing basketball was the polar opposite of being a nerd. But that got his attention. “You? Basketball?” “Yes. Don’t sound so shocked.” "Basketball." He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “I dabble sometimes. We should shoot around at the community court, see what you’ve got.” I smiled coyly. "Game on, Reynolds." August smiled back at me and kept reading his book. I watched the glow from the lava lamp move across the walls. I didn't feel so scared anymore. Somehow, with him sitting there, the shadows in the corners didn’t feel as threatening.

he replied simply, adjusting his glasses. I rolled my eyes. “You need help. Here—” I reached for one of the novels from the table beside me, one that was light and funny. “Try reading something that won’t make your brain combust.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fiction?” “Yes, fiction,” I said, placing it in his hand. “You know, made-up stories with emotions, imagination, and people who do ridiculous things for love?” He opened the first page, his expression unreadable. For the next few minutes, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the rustle of turning pages. Then, suddenly—

She cheerfully nodded. "Of course sir thank you for your service, that'll be 2 silver coins." Alkhun looks at the other books while waiting for the ebook to get signed. He noticed the book series and it added up to 5 books. Is it really fiction? He read the publication date of the latest book and it was a year ago. It is a myth after all. Sophia handed the book and Alkhun handed the payment and put it into his dimensional bag. "That's all you buy for today?" He nodded.

His books were mostly nonfiction and finance books. As Sierra heard the water in the shower, it was a signal for her that Alek was already inside and waiting for her. Every inch of her skin was filled with excitement. The butterflies on her stomach couldn't stay still. But as she was ready to take off her clothes, there was something that caught her attention. In his sea of books, there was something different. It has a fantasy-like cover. The vintage appearance made it blend in among the rest. Yet, the vines on the corner were unusual. There was no discoloration on the edges though it seemed old. Something new pretending to be old.

There were a lot of books ranging from different spheres and works of life and a section for fiction. I opted for financial books. Since childhood, I had loved business and finance, but I never had the chance to continue school. I picked a book titled “RICH mum and POOR mum by TMA” I think I spent some time reading the book, and I almost forgot I was waiting for Gladimir to return.

“Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “I like knowing how people lived before everything got loud. Plus, it’s an excuse to hide in here. Away from parties and drama.” “Smart girl,” he murmured. The way he said it made my stomach flip. Time passed. Maybe twenty minutes. We talked about everything and nothing. My terrible roommate. His awful coffee from the faculty lounge. How the basement always felt colder than the rest of the building. Our voices got softer, more comfortable. The dark made it easier somehow. Like we we