Basketball Fiction Books の小説・ストーリー

The impact was so strong I could feel my neck crack as it got jerked back. 7. Winning the state soccer championship with a club I met in Rio... The window started cracking from the pressure of the water outside of the car as we were sinking towards the bottom. 8. Attending a concert with Rachel... I took a deep breath as the water started to swarm me, my clothes were drenched. 9. Completing lab projects after school with Leander... I went to the little air pocket that was left, to take another breath 10. Realizing there was no escape from the situation and being okay with it.

As much as I wanted to stay with him, to talk to him, and to know more about him, I couldn’t bring to convince myself. The next day in the basketball gym, I pretended nothing had happened. We had an exhausting training when we only had two more days left before the tournament. I went to the locker room right after cleaning the gym and took a few hours of sleep after drafting a new chapter for my BL book titled “Boy’s Love and Beyond.” My very first book was with me and Christoph as the main protagonists of the story. Six hours later, I was caught by surprise when someone’s arm was wrapped around my chest.

Chapter 81 Game over: Essence's POV: “Damn I have to give it to the basketball team, they killed them boys in the second half. Those dudes, Syncere, Shawn, and Trent were on fire. They were unstoppable in that fourth quarter, they made a basket every time they touched the ball, and it was nothing but net each time.” Unique said, as we made our way to the court. Everyone was socializing on the court basketball team were doing interviews for the school news and newspaper. Me and Kiki tried to act like we weren't a little nervous to be out in the open, we knew Shawn and Syncere would be answering questions so we did have a little while, but we didn't want to stick around to risk being caught u

Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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The whole school has been buzzing about it. “And well, it’s a bummer about his leg. They won’t be happy about that at school. He’s our starting center for the basketball team.” I shrugged cause, grand scheme, I could care less about a basketball game. “Summers! Focus. I know all about the sexy underwear she told us, did not show us, but we have imagined it, and I may not like orange, but it sounded hot. But back to the topic at hand. Riko.” Darius interrupted my rambling.

Peach tried her best to get out of the crowd who keep on shouting and cheering for their bet team to won the friendly match. These students! Can they stop shouting and just watch the game? Those basketball players are heating up the cover court of there school with their hotbeds while playing. It was all over the news in their hometown that there will be a bet and the opponent is from the other town. She doesn't have any interest over the players or the bet. She just need to get some ideas for her next story. Peach is a writer wanna be. She have this page were she was anonymously posting her stories.

I turned myself around and buried my head into James’s chest as I pleaded in a whisper. “Don’t you love basketball the most?” He pretended not to hear my pleas. Before I transmigrated into the book, I was stuck in a hospital bed daily. My only hobby was watching basketball games. I thought I could finally experience the joy of playing on the court after transmigrating into the book, only to end up with this cursed milk production physique. It would be absurd to watch a player make three-pointers while spraying milk on the court! Of the three male leads, James was a skilled basketball player. As such, I often watched him play the games.