Basketball Fiction Novels & Stories

They’re not the main characters in this story. So grab your wine, take off your bra, and settle in. We’re rewriting the damn narrative. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.

“And?” “It’s actually kind of funny.” “I don’t know whether to be offended.” “You should be.” I smiled despite myself. The kitchen slowly grew quiet. The kind of quiet that wasn’t awkward. Just comfortable. She took another bite before looking at me. “So…” “What do basketball players actually do when they’re not pretending they’re superheroes?” I frowned. “Superheroes?” “You all act like one twisted ankle won’t kill you.” “I mean…” I looked down at the boot. “…You might have a point.”

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

"Come on, Finny tell me." "I see an ugly face that no one will love, I see a girl who is too tall, I see everything my mother told me growing up. That I'm never going to have a boyfriend because I play too much basketball. That I'm too much like a guy. That no one will ever love me because of it, and it only took me five years to prove my mom right."

—My name is Violeta, like the color— she began to laugh just like me, but I hadn't laughed at the joke she had made, but rather at the way she laughed, it was quite funny, it was a laugh that rose scandalously. —Oh! —he was surprised— it means that you are the new boy who is debuting in the basketball team. —If so—I think I'm becoming famous—why? Will you come now to see play? —I would like to, but believe me I have more important things to do—Ouch that hurt me. "Like what things are more important?" He really wanted to know. —Like, for example, I'm finishing the last book of my saga—he continued writing.

Back then, I'd imagined he and I grew up in the same situation and bonded over that. Thinking about basketball made me think back to Michael. Now I wasn't just fantasizing about a pretend Nick, but also a real memory of Michael. His large hands were covering the sides of my face and bringing me closer to him. I could almost feel my lips pressed to him, and I moaned aloud. It echoed around the bathroom and spurred me deeper into my fantasy.

"You are sick, Aria; you are sick for thinking everything is a fairytale, as you make your forty million followers think." There is a word called fiction, a world where nothing is real... Emotions are fake, and just because I write about the fake world doesn't mean I expect him to be like the male lead of my novel. "It's all fiction, Caleb. Everything I wrote was fiction, and as a human I have every f*ck*ng right to fantasise, so don't blame your betrayal on my books." "And you dare blame this on my womb?" This was the height of it; I took off the wedding ring from my fingers and held it tightly... I couldn't bring myself to return it.

4. Gavin has finished his pancakes and is now sipping from his coffee, watching me with a neutral expression. I again push the book away from me, as if prolonged contact with it could hurt me, somehow. Which is ridiculous. It’s just a journal full of stories, that’s all. So what if Gavin’s story about the Pital girl was eerily accurate? Gavin wrote fiction for a living, he made stuff up. That’s what writers do, right? Make stuff up.

But instead of answering me, he just look at me so I'm pushed to continue my story. "I am not from this world." I stopped as I tried to look at his reaction but I see none. "The world you're living right now, is a fictional. Inside the book and I am not part if it. This book was my favorite book. The story is great and I got the chance to meet the characters. I fell inlove with the male lead and he's my boyfriend now. I'm so lucky, right? But I never know that my luck has a consequences. A hard consequences."

Chapter 3 Hoop Dreams I knew my ability to hear the thoughts of other people was growing when I heard that next voice. One morning, it just came to me and it was like I was inside his head, seeing what he saw and feeling what he felt. It went on for so long, I couldn’t stop it, so I stayed in bed and made an excuse with Mum. You see, Alisa had still been recovering from her facial injuries and her boyfriend, Terry just happened to be one of the best basketball players in Chinese high school history, I only knew that because his so-called best friend was also on the team. This what I heard: