Basketball Dream Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damon ordered lunch while Sienna settled Jordan into a guest room. By the time food arrived, they were all gathered on the sunlit patio, plates stacked high with gourmet sliders, fries, and strawberry lemonade. “So,” Damon asked, biting into a fry, “Sienna says you play basketball?” Jordan nodded proudly. “Point guard. I run the court.” “He’s good,” Sienna added. “Coaches already want him for college scouting.” Jordan shrugged. “Still gotta finish sophomore year first.” “Are you fast?” Damon asked. “Fastest in my league,” Jordan said. “Want to race me?”

“You’ve mentioned him a couple of times, but you’ve never really told me much about him. What’s he like?” I paused, taking a sip of my wine before answering. “Well, I don’t really like talking about myself all that much. But since we’re getting to know each other better, I guess I can share a little. Henry’s a good kid—he’s calm, collected, very brilliant for his age. He loves basketball. I mean, he’s obsessed with it. He’s always practicing because his dream is to be in the big leagues, you know, someday making it to the tournaments.”

Y right at him. "We met in a game. He's fantastic at it and knows how to take care of me. When I pull late nights, he stays up with me and even brings breakfast the next morning. Though it started online, I trust him more than those real-world men who only promise and never deliver. "He sings to me. Even if he's off-key, it's utterly charming. He tells the worst jokes, but the sound of his voice alone can put me to sleep. Above all, he understands me. When I rant, he just gets it."

I chatted with Matteo for a bit before hanging up. When I turned around, Nyra was staring at me. "Who did you say is going back?" I replied vaguely, "A coworker's applying to transfer back to Myrthia." Nyra smirked, clearly mocking me. "I thought you were the one applying to go back. But then again, you worked so hard to be with me. There's no way you'd leave now." As she said that, she reached out and wrapped her arm around my waist. "Honey, once Jacob gets his green card, we should have a baby."

I'd just chug a couple of energy shots and keep pushing through. In the winter, with temperatures dropping well below freezing, I would wash dishes at restaurants until my hands were red and swollen. I worked three jobs a day, scraped together enough money to cover the medical bills, then kept pinching pennies to put him through college. Meanwhile, my own education permanently ended with a high school diploma. For the past six years, I practically killed myself working in real estate sales. I drank until I suffered a gastric ulcer, secured 13 separate top-performer titles, and became widely recognized as the undisputed closer in the industry.

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

"What's the matter, my love? Did I do anything to hurt you? Is Eseosa fine?" She just clung to me with a fervour that took my breath away. So I held her for a few seconds until she disentangled herself and turned round to face me. "I'm scared, scared that I'll wake up and all this would be just a dream. You, our baby, your love, your care. Never leave me, okay. Promise you'll never leave me, no matter what happens, promise me." Her eyes were two fevered orbs as they stayed on me.

Was it a dream? ***

Reporter "What is your goal, are you aiming for top 16 and higher in the league?" Lauren "Something like that, thank you I will be going then I need to get some rest" Lauren walks of ignoring all the other questions asked by the reporters as he enters the waiting room to rest for a little.

She dreamt of the time in Yuvaran when she was forced by Jonathan to learn various skills that she was reluctant to learn, such as combat and shooting. Even though there were constant dangers, with Jonathan around, her days were as ordinary as any other person's, happy and carefree. She dreamed of Ernest and Erin, both smiling at her. In her dream, she saw many familiar faces calling out to her warmly. Suddenly, her dream changed. The echoes of gunshots resounded in every corner and blood was spilled everywhere. Those once clear faces gradually faded away from her sight. In her dream, she saw Jonathan's face filled with longing before he left …