Basketball Dream Novels & Stories

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."

She had barely closed her eyes before the lingering medication dragged her back into a hazy dream. … In her dream, it was still winter. The basketball court blazed with energy, filled with cheering and screaming from every direction. Marisol sat in one of the front-row seats. Her gaze was locked onto the young man dribbling and leaping across the court. With every jump he made, his jersey fluttered in the air, as if dancing in her heart, making it pound so violently she could hear ringing in her ears. In her eyes, she saw only Lucian. Soon, the game ended, and a group of players approached with laughter and banter. Marisol nervously handed a bottle of water to the young man in front of her.

“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.."