Novel & Cerita Fiction Basketball Books

I perched on the lowest row of the bleachers, feeling the chill of the metal seep through my jeans, despite the gym being warm with all the energy from the players on the court. A hefty fantasy novel lay open on my lap, its pages filled with tales of dragons and destined queens...that may or may not be a Yuri romance between the queens, but I hadn’t flipped a single page in the last twenty minutes. My gaze wandered over the words but didn’t register them as I focused instead on the squeak of sneakers and the thud of the basketball, just waiting for practice to wrap up. Waiting for Frank.

Chapter 137 WARNING EVERYONE A HEAD UP SOME WORDS MAYBE OFFENSE TO SOME FOLKS BUT IT WOULDN'T FEEL GENUINE! Essence Apartment Complex: Anthony's Apartment: Anthony and Unique: “What the fuck was that earlier? Why the hell were you trying to pick a fight with the basketball team? You're being reckless and putting all of our at risk, if we would have fought the basketball team especially during their season. We would lose our spot on the football team, and more than likely get kicked out of school. The basketball team brings in a hell of a lot more money than the football team, not to mention their families damn near paid for this fucking school. What is your fucking problem, Unique?” Anthony

The preview copy of Vashti’s Daughter in his hand. “I’m really shocked that my ex-wife would have ever signed with this Dr. Braverman. This book is pure garbage, and the author is nothing more than a fake. I’ve checked his background and I can show you proof of his involvement with not one, but two scandals while he was playing basketball in the United States and Israel.” Pages of the sports section appeared on the screen alongside photos of Nate in his basketball uniform when he played for Syracuse University.

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.