Fictional Basketball Books Novels & Stories

4. Gavin has finished his pancakes and is now sipping from his coffee, watching me with a neutral expression. I again push the book away from me, as if prolonged contact with it could hurt me, somehow. Which is ridiculous. It’s just a journal full of stories, that’s all. So what if Gavin’s story about the Pital girl was eerily accurate? Gavin wrote fiction for a living, he made stuff up. That’s what writers do, right? Make stuff up.

Hanna" I'm here at the gym looking bored at my two cousins Ben and Clide. Of all the cousins that my dad introduced me to, they are the only two that have the same course as me. So whether I like it or not I need to be with them if I'm at school. I don't wanna stay here! To be at basketball court is torture for me because all I remember is Vincent Reed the notorious trouble maker and a great lover. I shook my head. No, I shouldn't be thinking about him. Ben is the captain of the basketball team and Clide is their pointer as I remember when we talk about the last time. "Fuck where is all the applicants' coach there are five minutes late now." Tsk ben is so impatient it's only five minutes. Th

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."

Luckily all the books were there in the library but it took me almost half an hour to find all the books. Once I issued them, I walked back to the basketball court and placed them on the sidestep. A serious match was happening on the court and the guys were so much immersed in the game that nobody probably saw me coming with the books. Also, I quickly left for the parking. I needed to go buy breakfast and then my task was over.

Chapter forty Mac P.O.V The finals were here. Everyone was preparing for the match, Noah and Justin had told I and Dan yesterday not to come back without coming out as the first runner-up. Justin and Noah were both better at basketball than football and Dan was good at football unlike me. I can proudly say I am good at both football and basketball and it is all thanks to Liam for making me fall in love with both football and basketball. And thanks to my hard work am the captain of both teams now both the football team and the basketball team.

Everything in the room spoke of the Liam I knew and loved - organized, clean, thoughtful about his space and belongings. Finally, I made my way to his bookshelf, which stood against the wall near his window. The shelves were lined with textbooks from his classes, a few novels, and some basketball-related books about strategy and training. I ran my finger along the spines, reading the titles and looking for anything that seemed out of place. That's when my eyes landed on a big book that looked a bit weird compared to the others. It was positioned differently, angled slightly outward as if it had been recently moved or replaced. The binding looked older than the other textbooks, and something

"Well, I'll go get your things upstairs in the closet. Make yourself at home." I was too distracted to even respond as I had spotted a shelf with all the things related to basketball. I walked over to the shelf close to the television and eyed the brown ball, the medals, the trophies, and pictures of the basketball team on the shelf. I smile when I saw a picture of the cheerleaders, especially a grinning Maddy in front with her red and white pom-poms. I eyed the business books on the shelf and wondered what Lucas was studying. When I heard his footsteps coming down the steps close to me, I moved away from the shelf and faced him when he appeared in my line of vision.

The whole school has been buzzing about it. “And well, it’s a bummer about his leg. They won’t be happy about that at school. He’s our starting center for the basketball team.” I shrugged cause, grand scheme, I could care less about a basketball game. “Summers! Focus. I know all about the sexy underwear she told us, did not show us, but we have imagined it, and I may not like orange, but it sounded hot. But back to the topic at hand. Riko.” Darius interrupted my rambling.

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.

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.