Fictional Basketball Books Novels & Stories

I hate that she’s right. For as long as I can remember, basketball has been the third person at every family dinner. My mom left when I was twelve, and after that, it was just me, Dad, and the game. Plays, stats, and recruits—basketball was everything. By the time I hit high school, people didn’t even call me Ava anymore. I was “Coach Reynolds’ daughter.” It stuck like a tattoo I never asked for. The irony? I wasn’t even that interested in the sport. Sure, I understood it—I couldn’t escape it—but my love was for stories. People. Writing.

The weight of three short words someone died settled heavily over the room, refusing to be displaced. I stared at Jace, trying to process the shift in him; the arrogant, untouchable team captain had completely vanished, replaced by someone visibly haunted by a memory he had tried for months to bury. When he finally revealed that the dead player was Ethan Cole, a member of our fiercest rivals at Westbrook University, the championship game from seven months prior suddenly morphed into something far more sinister. Back then, my world had ended with a one-point loss, the roar of the crowd, and Jace stealing the ball to seal our defeat. I had spent months nurturing a bitter grudge over a basketba

"But you hate basketball..." "My brother bores me with basketball lectures almost everyday of my life .I am used to it..."I begun talking about LTB been my favourite basketball team in the world , Drake Harrison and been the best baskettballer in the country and the upcoming season when I noticed she was yawning and very sleepy. "I think that's all for today Jemima, you should go to be..." "I am sorry Drake, i am just tired.The arguments and the wine worn me out..." She yawned.

#JUST_BEST_FRIENDS Author: Sam Freddy CHAPTER 11: THE WARNING. — — — After alighting from a yellow ‘danfo’ bus, Jordan and Isioma entered their school's main gate and walked all the way to the Sports Center to rest for a while. They went into a small, enclosed court where they both had a perfect view of the ongoing game of basketball. Funnily enough, they'd barely started discussing when a yogurt seller passed by with his fancy cart.

Peach tried her best to get out of the crowd who keep on shouting and cheering for their bet team to won the friendly match. These students! Can they stop shouting and just watch the game? Those basketball players are heating up the cover court of there school with their hotbeds while playing. It was all over the news in their hometown that there will be a bet and the opponent is from the other town. She doesn't have any interest over the players or the bet. She just need to get some ideas for her next story. Peach is a writer wanna be. She have this page were she was anonymously posting her stories.