Gang Of Basketball Mga Nobela at Kwento

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

Shayan's jaw was clenched tightly, his face a mask of cold determination. Though his expression remained blank, internally, he was like a volcano ready to erupt. The sight of the guns in the goons' hands didn't intimidate him; after all, he led a powerful gang himself.

I went to study in the libary, even the thought of studying gave me the creeps but I wanted to- no I needed to get new information on this gang. This gang has been on the news everyday for the last 5 months, what was the big deal about them anyway? I decided it was best if I googled it, after all I'm not gonna find anything about this gang in books from the 1930s. I typed into g****e 'hunters gang; LA

My Gangster Babysitter is the fourth book of the Love For The Wicked Series. This is a spinoff of Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife, and contains a few spoilers. Either way, this can be read as a stand-alone. Please don't forget to follow me on my lnstagram account Castiellj. . . ~Benny~ It felt like hours when in reality; it had only been five minutes. The clock was ticking. Shaving off the five minutes I’d been ogling this metal door, I only got twenty-five left before the guards swept the basement for their rounds.

Aside from playing for the Yellow Ballers basketball team in my pack, I also played against other top packs, as I was among the Star-field Basketball team players. “I am sorry, Coach. Something came up, and I had to hurry over,” I replied, joining the court, and my coach frowned. “Get into positions! The game is about to start!” Coach Tyler yelled, his voice cold and cutting off my excuse. I ran to join my team of basketball players; we have the triplets Carter, Caleb, and Cooper Grayson, who are the center players. They were responsible for shot blocking, rebounding, and defending the ball. They were dark-skinned, tall, identical, and Omegas.

She appealed to Xander that she does not need a driver anymore and the man could only agree. It was a little bit crowded in the place but it makes it more of a celebration dugout. One thing Gabbie loved about them is that they all came from a humble status like hers so she never felt not belong to the group. As if they would make her feel that way, she is their boss, to begin with. They ordered casual finger foods and beer as they started their night chats that became their past-time hobby ever since the team was formed.

"Umm, concerning this gang thing...why are there only two surviving gangs? I mean...there could be one, right?" "There could. There was. Until the split." Gianna was puzzled. "The Black Mamba Boyz reigned for a while. Until the leader's right hand and best friend conspired against him. He didn't buy the leader's new rules and regulations and his way of handling stuff. So he slated a day for a battle, at that point in time he'd had close to fifty boys under him. When the day finally reached, the leader summoned his best friend to a private talk. He didn't want to fight his friend even though it was likely for him—the leader, I mean—to win. He proposed they separated civilly and that he take w