Im A Ballar Novels & Stories

I chuckled, remembering it. "I was at a bar," I said. "My buddies and I were out, and we had just scored an eight ball. We took turns with it in the restroom, and when it was my turn, my friend just completely missed the handoff to me, and it fell on the ground right next to this girl. She was blonde, petite, but had these incredible tits in a white tube top." I put my hands in front of my face, as if they were holding watermelons, for effect.

" She places both of her fists next to her head and spreads her fingers out mimicking an explosion." "Bella smiles cheekily at us as her tongue darts out to show the metal ball resting on the pink flesh. She moves it around giving glimpses of the bar disappearing through the tongue and the metal ball underneath matching the one above. "It's a lot of fun for everyone involved." Her eyebrows waggle suggestively."

She introduced. “Stella,” I repeated with a smile before bringing a comb up to fix my hair. I wasn't quite the curvy type, but I’d managed to pull heads as soon as I gained a public persona. “I wish we didn't have to go back to playing those evil games,” Stella said behind me as she plumped into one of the Ottomans. “It's a mutual feeling,” I replied. “This ball is just a caricature of things we wish for but might never have again.”

I exhaled slowly, leaning back against the counter and staring at the neatly organized tools in front of me. “So,” I said after a moment, breaking the silence, “what now?” Emily’s eyes lit up as she turned to face me, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “The fucking ball!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with enthusiasm. I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Don’t remind me,” I mumbled. “I’d rather dissect a frog than go to that thing.” Emily gasped, mock horror etched on her face. “What the hell happened to you? A few days ago, you couldn’t shut up about how excited you were for the ball!”

Alina’s POV I was getting dressed for the ball the following evening, and thank the goddess I managed to convince the maids not to dress me like a porcelain doll this time. I needed privacy. No eager eyes peeling over my body like I was a lifeless statue. No forced compliments. Just me, my thoughts, and the mirror.

I find a pair of folded black leggings in my drawer and a sports bra in another drawer. I glance in the mirror, and I am pleased with how well I look. You might think I am conceited, but I am not. I do not think of myself as better than anyone else. It is just a matter of fact. My blonde hair is down to my waist; I have beautiful curves and am about 5'7" tall. To achieve the ballerina effect, I've put my hair in a ponytail and then twisted it in a bun. My ballet shoes are at the gym, so I am not wearing any shoes now.

Jace is koala and I am the bear! “so how was the ball?” Jace ask me after our friends decided to leave us. “it's good! K, Lexi and I did enjoyed it very much. How was yours?” yes, we have the same date for senior ball! “just fine! Just so you know I didn’t dance with anyone. Not like you?” “is it on IG? Well, I’m not like you! I’m a very friendly and an approachable person.” I said teasing him then I playfully gave him a peck.

I breathed in deeply, then turned to the flowery hand mirror on my nightstand. I sighed heavily. “Maybe I shouldn't show my face out there,” I couldn’t remember anything from the Ball. Not the dance, the music, or the attitude people swore I carried like a badge.

" He returned the question. "Of course I am." I responded. Well, baller is the slang word used to identify a lover of basketball. A player either. "Anyways am team yellow 'dragons' I was just coming out from the basketball Court then I saw you looking at the school buildings. I guess you're new to this school.? He asked. "Oh yeah! I am". I said. "Of course I know. with the way you were behaving in class today tells it all." He said with a smile.

Mу bаllѕ wеrе аgаіn рullеd аwау from my bоdу аnd as the раіn approached unbearable hе ѕnарреd thе ball ѕtrеtсhеr around thе ѕасk as tіghtlу as he соuld. On thе mоnіtоr I ѕаw my balls ѕtісkіng mоrе оr lеѕѕ ѕtrаіght оut frоm mу сrоtсh, bulging оut of the еnd оf thе ѕtrеtсhеr аnd beginning to turn рurрlе. Juѕt аѕ I thought thаt I could tаkе nо more, I wаtсhеd аѕ hе pulled a ѕmаll leather ѕtrар аttасhеd tо thе bottom оf thе ѕtrеtсhеr uр and bеtwееn mу bаllѕ аnd ѕnарріng іt into thе tор, еffесtіvеlу ѕераrаtіng mу bаllѕ frоm each оthеr.