Fictional Basketball Books Novels & Stories

“Because it sounds so ridiculous that you kept a peaceful coexistence and all of sudden, they woke up and decided to hunt you down. Even the World Wars did not begin like that.” “Human reasoning is hard to understand, Phoebe. Much less an otherworldly. There are things done by people of the Otherworld that are terrifying and unthinkable. You should never underestimate anyone. Everyone is your enemy. You are a basketball player, you should know that.” “You are beginning to seem like one of them.” Looking like ticking bomb about to pop, Dad leaned back in his seat, his jaw ticking. A brown leather book appeared out of the thin air and landed on my lap. “What is this?” I asked, tracing the engr

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.

Hell, even the coach had given up on them, with the school's funding of the game being their last hope, ergo leaving the team's name at an incredibly stupid irony. To their delight, Xander accepted to join the Dunk Kings as they started a game among themselves, with Xander shocking everyone with his killer moves, not to mention he had just the right body to play basketball. To the other world of football, Lucas and the Jaguars were on a try out when he noticed how the court was suddenly becoming empty. "Where's everybody going?" he asked team captain, Scott. "I heard something about basketball," came his reply before tossing over a ball at Lucas.

I heard someone say behind me. Fear gripped me, my hands began to shake. I turned around slowly, and dreadfully. The basketball team, we call them the gamers of the school. Malloy, Brody and the Italian mobster's son Vincenzo. My worst night mare, his hatred for Javier was mostly unleashed on me. I found out Mafia's were real when I started dating Javier. Vincenzo has his name sounds is one scary basketball player. The basketball players don't mix up with the students, normal students, they believe they are better than the minister's children, even the president children.

"Noah, you're getting stubborn again. Why do you love playing basketball so much?" "Because Buchukoy told me, to have a baby you need to know basketball." he replied with a frown. Her eyes glazed over at Buchu who suddenly blushed at her. "Buchu, what are you saying to your older brother Noah?" "Nothing!" "Don't make me nothing-nothing there ah?" "Nothing really, Ate Agnes." its defense but he knew Buchu was not telling the truth so he turned to Noah again. This siren does not lie.

" Whoa! Of course I would love to go with you. Growing up my dad always loved basketball. I will take anything to see those stars in person" His own smile seemed to broaden too as he sighed. " Well most of the basketball guys are plain mean. Except a few. I have good guys in there that I can vouch for any day, but the sport itself is filled with egotistical men who think the world should revolve around them" I hummed. " Well that is one way to spoil my high hopes" I joked. The date went greater than I expected too and this time around, I did most of the talking.

When she ran into the bathroom for more things to pack I wandered over to it and flipped it to the beginning. “The Sky Light: Paradise.” Flipping through a few pages I quickly realized she was writing a book about their history. Without caring about snooping I grabbed it and settled in the chair. I had no idea how much longer we were staying but Vance wanted to play a real game of basketball so the guys were outside doing that. “Oh, you found it huh,” she said, when she came back in. “I thought it was a book but it’s a script? I haven’t gotten far but you write really well,” I said, already impressed.

“I am not a nerd! I play basketball too. I made the junior league in high school.” As if playing basketball was the polar opposite of being a nerd. But that got his attention. “You? Basketball?” “Yes. Don’t sound so shocked.” "Basketball." He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “I dabble sometimes. We should shoot around at the community court, see what you’ve got.” I smiled coyly. "Game on, Reynolds." August smiled back at me and kept reading his book. I watched the glow from the lava lamp move across the walls. I didn't feel so scared anymore. Somehow, with him sitting there, the shadows in the corners didn’t feel as threatening.

—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.

As much as I wanted to stay with him, to talk to him, and to know more about him, I couldn’t bring to convince myself. The next day in the basketball gym, I pretended nothing had happened. We had an exhausting training when we only had two more days left before the tournament. I went to the locker room right after cleaning the gym and took a few hours of sleep after drafting a new chapter for my BL book titled “Boy’s Love and Beyond.” My very first book was with me and Christoph as the main protagonists of the story. Six hours later, I was caught by surprise when someone’s arm was wrapped around my chest.