Basketball Dream Novels & Stories

“I told him I didn’t like peanut butter.” I swallowed hard. “I had no idea.” She looked at me then, her eyes meeting mine fully. “You wouldn’t. He doesn’t talk about the hard parts. He talks about basketball, Princeton, his friends… you.” Her words settled like a weight in my chest. “He’s a good man,” I said, because it was true and not nearly enough. “He is,” she agreed. “But he’s also a boy with a dream. One he’s had since he was five and duct-taping socks into makeshift basketballs because we couldn’t afford a real one. One he has bled for, trained for… lived for.”

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

Emma adjusted her skirt after stepping out of the public bus. She's not a rich girl, just a poor orphan with no financial background. She sighed a relief staring at the tallest building in the city. The most capable company that pays well but was difficult to enter. It's was her dream to work in a place like that even though she knew it wouldn't be easy but here she was. Like a dream come true. * She was required to start work today according to the email she got the day after her interview.

I say, grinning, causing Adonis to sigh before starting to have his lunch. "Theo, let's practice basketball for an hour after class, okay?" Adonis tells me after swallowing the food in his mouth. He asked me yesterday if I would like to join the basketball team and I said yes. When I was young, I used to watch older boys in our neighbourhood play basketball in the public court near our home in Japan. Sometimes when no one was there, I used to play alone, bouncing the ball and throwing it into the hoop. It was actually one of my childhood dreams to join a high school where there is basketball sport and somehow get into the team. But I was too nervous to go for selection while I was in Eastwoo

The media will be there, it will air live on TV. I'm having sleepless nights just thinking about everything. I can't make mistakes or lose because of who my father is. Ever since I was born, people have always expected me to be perfect. They want another Shane Black. I love playing basketball. It is my talent. On Sunday night, the King plays, and I'm confident that I and my team will be victorious. After my gym time with Dad, I head back to my room, take my bath and prepare to sleep. I grab my phone from my nightstand drawer and log into Twitter.

I stood up. "Don't you get bored in your room?" "There's nothing to do," I said. "Come to the basketball court with me. You can watch me practice," I was hesitant, but he was right. There was nothing to do, so I agreed. Roman was seventeen and a high school senior who loved rap music and basketball. "Do you practice every day?" "Yes, I want to play in the NBA," he told me. I didn't know much about basketball, but I knew that one could make money just by playing it. What a great sport.

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

(Juliet’s POV) “So, how far do you visualize your company in years to come?” Jason asked while we dug into the steak. It felt uncomfortable asking such questions during this time where we were supposed to say something romantic to each other, but I disregarded it and answered him. “I have set my goals right from the onset. I started by being the biggest baker in the city, then the state, soon it will be the country. Then the continent and the world.” “The world? Hmmm. Do you really think that’s possible? What do you intend to do to make that dream be realized?”

Sighing as I lie on my bed under the covers, I grab my phone off the night stand to unplug it in order to call Vance and he answers on the second ring; "Hey Li-Li, what's up?" "Can I talk to you about something?" I ask him worried. "Of course you can, you know this?" he teases lightly yet serious. Biting my lip before I answer; "I received a letter today in the mail from a guy I knew in San Diego; he was here the day of the boys' birthday party. He told me he loves me and always has; and he's willing to give everything up for us and be another positive male role model in their lives and he assured that he doesn't want to replace Luke in their lives."

Finally when her lungs filled with enough oxygen and her heart come at its normal pace ,she look up at him. "What the hell you are doing here?" She growled. But seeing his expression she shut it. "I mean why are you here at this hour , she sugar coat it as much she can. She waited and waited and waited. He simply pick his bag and continue his walk. Her eyes then fall on his shirt , he is wearing sports dress, and her eyes gleam with an idea. "Mr. Mute can you please give me training of basketball. I know you are champion . Please I bet with someone. My reputation drown in muddy lake. How can you see your friend like that" she muttered following him side by side.