Basketball Fiction Novels & Stories

I know that he'll never be bother while playing basketball. "Except on that! You know me, huh? You know that I don't want to be bothered while playing basketball." He chuckled and I laugh at him. I knew it! This jerk! He'll betray me because of the damn basketball game! Unbelievable!

Of course; I can heat up leftovers, and Jack and I will hang out, maybe watch some movies. Okay, be safe :) I love you. I put down my phone and enter to see Jack shirtless on the couch. "Ready to pick up where we left off?", he asked, obviously this was a rhetorical question. I glanced down at his hard, sculpted abs and arms, admiring every inch of him. Jack is a basketball player, but not like the typical jock at all. He is sensitive, intelligent, and respectful. Although our womens' sports get more funding and recognition than mens', I can tell he tries his hardest to positively represent mens' basketball at our school. NBA players make more and their games receive more of an audience, but

Maybe beer wasn't her thing. Jack had just finished telling them about how back in his day boxing wasn't the only sport he was good at. Noah had heard the story before, but it was a good one, so he didn't mind hearing it again. Jack's high school basketball team made and won the state championship. Jack always used these kinds of stories and spun them around to include an inspirational twist that would help them in the ring. "I spun a basketball on my finger for over fifteen minutes just a few weeks ago." Hector said, biting into a slice of pizza as if that even came close to winning a state championship.

TODAY is the day I’ve waiting for. The first game of the sports club. The chosen sport for this week is basketball, where Nathan and Scott will be participating in the same team. The opposing team is leaded by Tyler, of course, as well as Liam and Jake, the new kid. Before the game started, I’ve already heard a lot about some rumors spreading here in Jackson High. The top one trending news is still the same as before... Freeda and Tyler’s break up.

I finished it for him since he had suddenly forgotten how to speak “I didn’t lie everything I said was the truth” he found his voice back “I told you how much basketball meant to me and why I had to do the role regardless of if I liked it or not and that was never a lie,” he said like that was supposed to make him sound amazing “I never lie” he added sounding cocky as hell with no single ounce of remorse “Good to know,” I said with a sarcastic tone “My mom was the one who got me my first basketball, I was maybe five or so but I could still remember that day as it is surprisingly clear in my memory ” he started to say, I didn’t know why he was suddenly talking about his life and getting emoti

Each song is healing. I write in the mornings. At the kitchen table with coffee and notebooks. Fiction at first. Made-up stories about made-up people. But slowly, the truth creeps in. Our truth. The bond. The trauma. The survival. "Are you writing about us?" Lucian asks one morning, reading over my shoulder. "Fictionalized. Changed names. Different setting." I bite my lip. "Is that okay?" "It's your story too. Write it however you need to."

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.

“Not like that. I don’t care for fiction.” “What do you care for then?” “Facts and numbers, stuff I can measure.” I sighed, my shoulders loosening a little as I spoke. “That’s why I’m doing engineering. I like taking things apart and putting them back together. Numbers don’t lie, unlike fiction." He tilted his head at me. “So… you’re a proper nerd.” I narrowed my eyes. “I am not a nerd! I play basketball too. I made the junior league in high school.”

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It was basketball, not military training. So, finally, here I am. On the court. Half naked, even though my body is sexy as fuck, but still. My dignity. I go get the ball, ignoring the snickers from the others. I'm sleep deprived and my finger is still throbbing. Prolly going to go numb soon. I bounce it and aim to throw it into the net. That doesn't fucking work, because I fall. I slip on someone's sweat and fall right on it. "Matheos 2, stop the games and fucking shoot this ball. And they said you're talented like your brother."