Curveball Novels & Stories

___ Meanwhile, Kazuma who got into a cab was now at home, there was no need to go back to school since most students would have dispersed by now, he thought. He walked into the house, but there was a little silence, he dashed towards his room, changed from of his uniforms to his best house wear, he then walked over to the kitchen. It felt like there was rather no one home, but there was already a cooked meal waiting to be eaten. Quickly he picked up a dish with two chopsticks and then served himself, taking as many meatballs as he could, it has been a while since he saw all this in the house so he thought of digging in entirely without caring to keep some.

Naomi Abbott peeled out of the Dangerous Curves parking lot like she had the devil himself chasing her… and in a way she did. Two devils, actually. One old and familiar – the one that had tried to ruin her life in ways that she was just starting to get a handle on – and one new. One that was, in some ways, far more frightening than the first.

‘You just can’t beat the person that won't give up.’ -Babe Ruth Ember Over the next couple of days, Killian and I planned out what places we would go in search of our next alliances. We would be heading to Scarlet Moon next, followed by the Midnight Meadows Coven after that. From that coven, I wanted to acquire a chaos witch friend so we could speed up the alliance work by portaling to each place after that. I should have thought of this before and gotten help from High Priest Corbin while we were there.

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

In a fit of pique, she snatched the crab plate from his hands and demanded, "No answers, no food." Lucius had no choice but to wipe his hands and look up at her. "I don’t play tennis with my eyes; I use my ears to listen and my heart to feel. The ball’s flight creates sound waves, and its path wasn’t a straight line but a spiraling curve. I could predict it would change direction, so I judged where it would go in advance." ***

Beth muttered, recording the first pitch as a ball. “What? I didn’t say what I wanted to say.” She had an evil grin on her face as she tossed her curly reddish-brown hair over her shoulder and pushed the switch for the first ball down on the machine before her. “Don’t ask what that was,” Andi warned her, and Beth straightened her ponytail before returning her stare to the batter. Sammy caught the outside of the ball with the tip of his bat and sent it over the fence behind and to his left, and Fred Cooper stated the obvious, that it was a foul ball.

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

Ruby continued, her voice growing thicker with emotion. Isla could see the tears welling up in Ruby’s eyes, and a wave of compassion washed over her. She quickly looked away, not wanting to catch the same vulnerability that Ruby seemed to be struggling with. The raw honesty in Ruby’s words struck Isla deeply. It wasn’t just about the past misunderstandings—it was about the acknowledgment of how much those judgments had affected Isla, and the pain that came with recognizing it. Ruby had always been a figure of authority, but in that moment, she seemed human, just like everyone else, and Isla could see her desire for reconciliation.

Gamma, on the right, was the wild one, full of tricks: nudging her elbow while she sketched, stealing socks, and burying them under the lemon tree until she laughed. Together, they were her shadow. Her bodyguard. Her secret diary come to life. In the fields behind the house, Ellie would throw three tennis balls at once and shout, “Go!” Cerebus thundered across the grass, jaws flashing, somehow catching all three mid-air before galloping back with tails wagging in perfect rhythm. She swore she heard Gamma chuckle as he dropped his prize at her feet.