Basketball Diaries Novels & Stories

“I’m Caleb. Welcome.” Then he stepped past me close enough that his cologne hit me and his arm brushed mine sending electricity straight to my clit. He walked off without another word like I was nothing. The familiar sting hit deep. Same old shit. Pretty boys never saw past my face. But I shoved it down clenching my jaw and followed Lisa to the filing cabinets. “Over here is where we keep the physical records,” Lisa said, pulling open a drawer. “Digital is on the shared drive but some clients still want paper.

MY BOYFRIEND'S TEAM MATES 1. The dress felt wrong. Stacy held it against her body, studied her reflection, and dropped it onto the pile already consuming her bed. Three months. Ninety-five days to be exact. She'd felt every single one. Ninety-five whole days without her boyfriend Marcus. Ninety-five whole days without sex. Her body was already sore and aching to be touched to be used. Marcus would be back from his tournament today, and she couldn't wait to have him inside her. Feel him against her walls, stretching her out and singing praises of her pussy and how he wanted to remain inside her all day.

."Maybe," Audrey said, shrugging like it was no big deal. Inside, her mind raced: Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Basketball games were her secret ritual—sitting in the bleachers, pretending to scroll her phone while stealing glances at him darting across the court, sweat gleaming on his arms, jersey clinging to his chest.The scrimmage kicked off right after last bell, the gym thumping with sneakers squeaking on polished wood and the sharp swish of the net. Audrey and Aria claimed their usual spot midway up the bleachers, surrounded by a smattering of girlfriends and stray students killing time. The boys' team was split into shirts versus skins—Morgan, of course, on skins, his torso already

From a time when she still looked at him like he was home. “Two weeks,” he muttered quietly. “No calls. No return.” His thumb hovered over the screen, then lowered. “Is this her petty revenge?” he asked the empty room. The silence did not answer him. ************* Back at the Eastwood Medical Research Center, the atmosphere buzzed with purpose. Diana stood at one of the lab tables, typing rapidly on her laptop. Data models filled the screen, lines of code scrolling as she refined and adjusted parameters. Beside the laptop lay a slim diary, its pages filled with neat handwriting—notes, observations, ideas she didn’t want lost to digital space.

“Relax. You studied so much this time. Even Clay was worried about how serious you became.” “He should be,” Adonis said, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. “I haven’t touched a basketball in three days. Do you know what that does to a man?” “Sounds tragic” I said dryly. He glared at me but only for half a second before resuming his pacing. Then, as if the universe decided to strike right when my heart was finally slowing down a bit, my laptop pinged. My breath caught. “It’s out,” I whispered. Adonis froze. Literally froze. Like someone had pressed the pause button on him.

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Guess not everyone around Clement thought like him. I liked his comment The next day, Madison took down the video. Later, I got a call from Clement. "Are you out of your mind? Madison's just a college girl who hasn't even graduated. You seriously went after her online? What is wrong with you? Are you trying to make sure I never take you back?

We gather around the laptop; the screen was currently displaying pastor Leonard and his wife They were currently on their bed, but both of them were busy on their phones Pastor Leonard was sitting at the edge of the bed with a glass filled with juice in his hand, sipping it almost every second. We had collected pastor Leonard's number from the church group earlier today After editing the video of him fvvking the choir mistress. I sent the video to him, and we sat back down waiting for his reaction "Gawwwwdd," he screamed as the glass cup slipped from his fingers and a shattering sound was heard He just saw the video "You haven't seen anything yet," I said as we all jumped on the bed, happily

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"