Basketball Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Samantha "With ....bringing me ten cups of coffee,answering all the calls I have to take on the front desk ,going through all the old files my former assistant didn't do correctly" he finished handling me a bunch of files I didn't even realize he was holding. I stood there in shock ,what was I expecting a kiss? Those wattpad romance book have really gotten into my head. He looked at me with his piercing green eyes ,I looked down having trouble maintaining eye contact with him,moving from foot to foot.

" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

Chapters turned into a story. And before I could catch my breath, it was no longer a coping mechanism. It was a novel. In my story, the characters aren’t named Stacey and Noah, but anyone who truly looked could recognize us in the margins. The male lead is a basketball player with a fire in his eyes and the weight of his dreams pressing hard on his back. The female lead is older, cautious, guarding her heart like it’s glass but unable to resist the pull of something dangerous, something real.

“But no. I couldn’t read that.” My heart, which had just begun to settle, gave a nervous flutter. “Why not?” I asked, my voice suddenly tight. Her face crumpled in an expression of sheer disgust. “It’s a forbidden romance,” she explained, her voice dripping with revulsion. “Between a girlfriend’s best friend and her father.”

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

I want her to know how much I want her and want to be with her, but I don’t want to scare her off. “What were you reading on the balcony?” I asked her. “Just a romance book,” she replied. “It’s about a mafia princess who falls in love with a guy in the mafia, but she’s betrothed to someone else. It’s very well written.” “Sounds like a great love story. One you could tell your kids,” I smirked. “Well, probably not all the violence and sex,” Isabella giggled. “True,” I chuckled. “What are you doing tomorrow?” I probed.

Chapter 16: Shadows Between Shelves Cassandra’s POV Brady’s text glowed on my phone screen like a warning light: “I saw you two leaving the library together tonight. You looked… exhausted. Is there something going on I should know about?” I stared at it, my heart hammering. Alexander’s arm tightened around my waist, his warm, naked body pressed against mine under the sheets. His cum was still leaking slowly from me, making the inside of my thighs sticky.

He grabbed her orientation form before she could reach it. “Nora Monroe,” he read out loud. “New student?” She snatched the paper from his hand. “You know how to read. Impressive.” He burst out laughing, the sound rich, warm, and annoyingly attractive. “You’ve got spice. I’ll give you that.” “I don’t need your compliments,” she muttered. “And yet…” he said, spinning the basketball on one finger effortlessly, “you’ve got mine anyway. See you around, Nora Monroe.” She refused to ask for his name it would have felt like giving him a reward.

Another two hours go by before he realizes Andre has fallen asleep, his notebook fallen on the floor, the book he was supposed to be annotating has a page bent in half as it's smushed between his chest and the mattress. This guy he’s lucky he’s an insanely talented hockey player because he’s hopeless and Dylan is hopeless too because by the time he finishes cleaning up both his and Andre’s study materials, he realizes that these feelings in his heart have nearly quintupled in size. And he doesn’t know if they’re ever going to stop.