Novel & Cerita Basketball Dream

Typically my dreams are pretty average, or I think they are since I don’t usually remember them. And this was pretty normal. I was sunbathing by the pool with my brother and cousin Zoe, dishing about guys cause, well, that’s what we do in our free time. André has Zoe and me cracking up mocking his recent lover who claimed he could take a good dicking but bitched out three inches in. But everything took a left turn as André froze midgesture and as I glanced at Zoe, and she was frozen in laughter. What in the world is going on? What is derailing my dream?

Not only had he failed to secure the money, but he was now under investigation for major financial fraud. David's fantasy of ditching Mom and me to play house with Miranda and Brenda? Nothing but a pipe dream. When realization hit, David shoved Brenda aside as he fumbled for his phone. Just as he began dialing, Mom's calm voice cut through the tension. "Calling your accountant? Don't waste your time. She's already turned herself in." David froze, his face draining of color. I stepped forward, pulling a crisp paternity test report from my pocket. "Oh, and by the way," I said, "Brenda Bart won't be becoming Brenda Sinclair after all. She's not your biological daughter."

[Your husband spoils you so much! [This is what a dream couple looks like!] But my eyes were drawn to something else—the bracelet in the photo. It was Dennis's bracelet. I dialed his number, but it was Camille's voice that answered. "What is it, Tracy? Calling so late—looking for Dennis?" Her tone was dripping with mockery. She didn't stop there. "Give it up. He won't be coming back tonight. Why would he? I handed him over to you, and you still couldn't keep him. Pathetic."

“Not only red, but there are actual scratches on them. Elaine. Another thing, I’ve been reading he manuscript and there are entries almost word-for-word what I’ve head in the dream, but I didn’t read them before I dreamt them. I’ve only gotten through the first few pages. Every time I pick up the damn thing, I get dizzy and then I fall asleep and my subconscious puts me right back in the dream.” “Well, from what you’re telling me about meeting a handsome man, that dream doesn’t sound so bad, especially since you haven’t had a date in months.” “Just what I need, a dreamy guy who only exists in a fuckin’ dream!” “I hope you can stay awake long enough to sit through four quarters of the basketb

“Elias, there’s something I’ve never told you.” “What is it?” “I’ve been having this dream for the past half-year. It’s always the same dream. I just had it just now.” The corners of her lips carried a shallow smile. It was different from the self-deprecating sneer a while ago. Now, she was recalling the beautiful scene from her dream. “In my dream, I was a high school student in the stands of a basketball court. Someone blocked a basketball that was flying toward me. I only saw his figure, and no matter how much I wanted to see his face, I couldn’t.”

It has always been Liam's dream to be a professional basketball player and as his girlfriend, I should support him and let him focus on his works. I made my way to my next class and hope the day end before I know it.

The famous couple took their seats beside Jerome’s parents, their presence drawing admiring glances from the crowd. Meanwhile, Sandra quietly found a seat near the group of children she had spent time with earlier, her calm demeanor contrasting the lively energy around her. Jerome was the first to step onto the stage to welcome everyone in attendance. “I thank God for granting me, once again, one of the things I’ve wished for most,” he began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. “I’ll admit, at first, all I ever wanted in life was to become a professional basketball player. But as time went on, I realized something important about that dream that it’s only temporary. A basketball career

He had dropped his gaze, staring at my knees. " I remember that night like it was yesterday. The day he locked me out since I had come home at midnight from practice. It broke my heart that my dad didn't support my dreams but I vowed I would prove him wrong. I would show him that I can still be successful like Drake by playing basketball. Basketall is my life and that's why I am so careful with what I do. I can't do something that will tarnish my name or question my reputation that's why I am very discreet with lots of things. I am always scared to be on the bad side of the public because I would prove my dad right that I can't do anything without him.."

“What’s your goal after college?” Trent shrugs, his fork poised over his plate, as he decides whether to engage. Finally, he glances at me, then back at Kian. “Basketball, for sure. The NBA if things go well.” Kian nods thoughtfully. “That’s impressive. You seem like a great player.” “You’ve never seen me play.” Trent says, brows raised. “But I’ve seen you throw a punch. You’ve got the muscle.” Kian says, smiling knowingly. Everyone looks at them in confusion like it’s their sort of inside joke. Thankfully, Madam Annie doesn’t ask questions.

"Love is like answering a phone call. It starts with hello and after all it ends to goodbye." ***** {Mr. Dream boy} "Go! Team ace! Go, Dylan!" "Dylan, I love you!" "Xian, you're great!" "Team Ace, fighting!" "Dylan, you can do that!" "Xian, a smile there!" "Go team ace! Go! Go! Go!" Loud screams of students watching their basketball game. The score was almost a tie, but the team ace seemed to have a hard time with their opponent.