Im A Ballar Novels & Stories

, I say with a smirk. “Haha, besides the usual, what’s up?”, she says. “Well, I’m holding a ball.”, I answer. “And why are you doing that?”, she asks, raising an eyebrow. “Because I was told being queen meant I would have to hold balls every so often.”, I say, leaning against the wall. “Sounds fun.”, she says sarcastically. “It does, especially when you're going too.”, I say with a smirk. “What.”, she says flabbergast.

What has my jaw on the floor is the double line of nearly-naked women flanking the entrance to the front door. Men in suits strut past them, smoking cigars and smiling, acting like they own the world (which they kind of do), and as strange as it is to admit, I look around in something close to panic, searching for Baron. “What is this!?” I asked the driver. “The annual Body Ball,” he replies calmly. Then he glances in the mirror and winks. “Never heard about it before?”

I still had to move on. So here I am today! The people's now and future champion. Katie Baller. But everyone knows me as The Baller. The American girl with short brown hair and brown shimmering eyes. I was no longer the broken Kaitlyn. I'm now far from the Kaitlyn they used to know. The easy-going Kaitlyn who didn't know to stand up for herself.. But now, I've taught myself how to be stronger, independent, braver and tougher, and even more dangerous.

“Ophelia, I’m going to ask you this once and you’re going to answer me with a simple yes or no. Got it?” I smiled wryly, “Yes, ma’am.” “Do you want to go to the ball?” “It doesn’t—” “Ophelia.” Frowning at her, I released a sigh through my pursed lips. I’d never been to a ball before. I did try to attend my Junior Prom in high school, but Kimberly’s friends laughed me out of the gym when I showed up in a ratty skirt and t-shirt. In truth, I wanted to go through the painstaking process of getting my nails done with friends. Sharing a big vanity mirror we’d sit and take turns doing our hair and make-up before dashing from the house.

I got the balls from somewhere, and asked her if she was alone. "Yes", she replied. I answered, "Well if you like, you can join us. We're just having a great time talking". "Oh no, I wouldn't want to impose, you guys look so cozy", she gushed. "Oh don't worry about it hun. Have a seat. We'd love the company". After a few hours and many drinks later, we all ended up talking and laughing like we were old friends. Sharla was very warm, intelligent and funny, and we were having a ball.

Finally, she came back to Beth's question, and replied, "Ah, I do kinda, you know, like this one, but I'm just not sure I have the, ah, you know, balls to wear this one in public." "Mmm, I do. I've got big, round, hairy balls, and I can't wait to have everybody panting over me. Let me have it and you try the white one." Beth exclaimed as Pam began to giggle. Soon, both women were laughing uncontrollably, each trying to outdo the other with ball jokes, but neither quite able to complete a sentence before the marijuana induced fits of giggles would overtake them yet again.

"Whoever finds it will earn a place in the safe zone." My body went rigid as I lightly tapped my chest and felt a ball nestled between my breasts. I remembered putting a ball in my shirt, but I had completely forgotten about it. That's when I straightened up and prepared to capture everyone's attention once more. "Sir," I whispered in a soft voice, "I--I have two," I quickly adjusted my shirt, and the ball slipped down onto the grass, startling everyone. I had no idea when I had managed to secure this second ball, but I felt foolish for chasing after another one and enduring a beating when I already had one.

I told her, and we continued inside. Once in school, I headed for our lockers, which were only a couple apart. I put my bag inside and grabbed my books for English. “So, the Aberdeen ball is coming up. Do you think Trent is going?” Elaina asked timidly. For a moment, I frowned at her. “I’m not sure why you even like that, asshole?” I stated, closing my locker and lifted a brow at her. She shrugged, and I rolled my eyes. “My parents may be the Alpha and Luna, but I don’t plan on attending the ball. I won’t dress up for something so degrading to girls just to find a stupid mate.” I proclaimed, turning to walk to class. “I’ll see you later,” I shouted over my shoulder as I went down the hall to

he revealed, while I stared at him, wondering how that was my business. “I'd love you to be my partner for that evening.” Oh, I see. “Well, I'm not in the mood to attend a ball,” I quickly replied, more instinctively than anything else. My mind was too full of vengeance and the strain of my training to bother about a small ball. Besides, I was pregnant too and I also didn't want to be anyone's partner, especially not the Alpha as it was certainly going to have mouths wagging. “Come on, you need to loosen up, Daisy. You can't always be so uptight,” Dina chuckled. “It's just a ball. Nothing else. A little bit of freedom wouldn't do you any harm.

Chapter Seven - Fate Balor’s POV I stood in front of my mirror. Steam from my hot shower was still fogging up my mirror. My upper body was still covered in droplets of water, my towel wrapped around my waist as I wiped away the condensation from the mirror. I was always glamoured when in the city I hardly had time to look like my true self. My scarlet hair was always dulled, my eyes not as bright, and my ears perfectly rounded.