Basketball Dream Novels & Stories

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

It's your company, not mine. "Don't say it like that, Joo-eun. Believe it or not, you're always welcome to join me in Dream Shade, nobody is stopping you from that. Joo-eun slammed her drink bottle on the table, her face turning angry. "Choi Dea, I'll never go there as long as you're the CEO! "Oh," Dea smiled at her rage

Charleston expected that from him. "Freshening up?" Mr Donne Spielberg asked with narrowed brows. "I over slept," he said in irritation, taking a bite from a waffle. "I guess the dream took over." Mrs Spielberg groaned. "My son finally had a dream. What's the dream you had all about?” she asked, biting on her cottage bread. Charles groaned irritably as his father and Mr Hensworth fixed their eyes on him attentively. “Do we have to do this now, Mom?” He asked in irritation.

Everyone has dreams and aspirations. Everyone also has their own set of problems, too. For some, the balance works for them, sometimes against them. All I can say is I must have been a major screw-up in my former life, or whatever, because there is NO balance in my life. The problems always seem to outweigh the dreams and achievements. Every time I was able to take a step forward, I was pushed back at least five steps. My childhood was challenging, to put it mildly. But I survived... somehow.

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.

It read : Dear Mr. Renji, On behalf of the NBA Associates International Talent Development Division, it is with great enthusiasm that we extend this formal invitation to you. Following extensive scouting and evaluation, you have been identified as one of Japan’s most promising basketball talents, demonstrating exceptional skill, leadership, and potential for growth on and off the court.

Was it because James knew I could no longer return to the real world, so had his old habits flared up again? “He wouldn’t dare. Just go.” David read my hesitation, and he gave me a gentle push. I reluctantly got up and took off my pajamas. I let David help me change into day clothes. After a long and clingy cuddle by the door, I finally walked through the door with satisfaction. I expected to see a crowded stadium. But to my surprise, it was empty. The huge stadium was so quiet that I could almost hear my own breath. “You’ve always wanted to try playing basketball, haven’t you? Caleb pulled some strings with the school leaders. No one else is allowed to enter the court tonight.”

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

"Nothing's for sure yet, but there are rumors that the team is getting sold. And if that happens, that might mean a lot of trades. Half the team is there because of the owners." She continued massaging my temple, and I relaxed into her, suddenly feeling very tired again. "So that would mean even more pressure," she said as a matter of fact. "Baby, you don't have to do this for the rest of your life if you don't want to. You're smart enough to do whatever you want." I smiled sadly at this. Basketball had been my way out of poverty, and now it was the only thing anyone knew me for. I wanted to believe she was right, but I still worried that I would fail in any endeavor after this.