Im A Baller Novels & Stories

I still had a use for it. I held up the bag and waved it in front of the camera. The viewers thought I was putting on an act. The chat was filled with nothing but strings of censored curse words. You could tell how nasty the comments were. However, I did not care one bit. I displayed my medical records directly. "I know you won't believe anything I say, but don't let someone with ulterior motives manipulate you into becoming their weapon. "I'm not the first person she's slandered. If you keep enabling her to do evil, then what's happening to me now will happen to you too.”

But they don’t know my wolf skills, Jian always makes me win in situations like this. I put the second, third, fourth, and fifth balls in a minute. Everyone is so surprised, and I didn’t turn to Marcus and distract my mind. People start to say my name when I put the eighth ball perfectly on the glass. The way men were calling out my name made me blush, some were even whispering that I look cute. When the tenth ball landed on the glass, I, myself was surprised by that and I jumped in joy with a big smile. It’s been so long since I smiled like this and I am genuinely happy this time.

To become a great area to live like I know it can be. “I know the Ball is important. That I need to go and flounce around like some debutant.” Putting my half finished sandwich aside, I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around myself. I want to be able to party and be a normal young adult. To be able to relax. But that night fourteen years ago took that option from me. “But I have so much I need to take care of with Nimairene.” I continue, closing my eyes for a moment.

Bella Have you ever been whacked by a baseball bat ? Because that's how I was feeling right now . It was as if someone has just sledgedhammered me. My mind was blank , my heart was dancing conga and my legs ? They were just numb . Clutching Jacob's shirt , I slid down the floor of the locker room , considering my slight mysophobia , my arms should have broken down with goosebumps but right now I was much too entangled with the shit that just went down with Jacob .

"Nah, I was just asking when." "Jerk." I said. Zach smirked. Instead of getting irritated by our argument, I'm actually enjoying our conversation. I could tell Zach felt the same way. "If you really wanna know, I've been a ballerina for as long as I remember." I informed him. "That's nice. By the looks of it, you were raised to be a princess or something." "How is being a ballerina connected to being a princess?" "Mostly all rich people custom their children to some weird sport, and you, looks like a character from a children's book right now." He smirked.

I am too fabulous to chase a man. That's a huge ironic statement for a sucker like me. I wonder where's Jericho. I bet he is home. "I am glad that everyone is here to celebrate with me. I am delighted to see some familiar faces too, coming from my relatives, investors, and business partners. Tonight, let us toast for this massive success! Cheers, Ladies and Gentlemen!" Getting bored with the ambiance, I decided to step back because I feel unsettled, so I excused myself to my mom and dad.

I held up my hands, doing the only thing I could think of. "Ball."

I muttered, my tone not coming out as hard as I would have liked. If my response bothered him, he didn't show it, he simply hummed like he was in too good of a mood to be pissed off or hurt by my words. “Sure thing, Onika” he muttered. “What type of ball is it anyways? Is there anything I need to know?” I asked, not wanting to go to an event without knowing first-hand the basic stuff there. I had never been to a ball. What was it like? A normal party but just for the elites?

My whole life now changed. From a well known ballerina to being someone's fuck toy.

I put on sweat pants, a 'Go blue dragon top I got for the team and a black canvas. I walk back to the basketball court and grab a ball from a basket holding quite a lot of balls. I bounce the ball to the floor and make a nice shot. I grab the second one and take another shot. "I love someone else Gabriel," my mum's voice echoes in my ear. I grab the next ball and throw it hard against the wall, this time not directed at the net. "You don't mean that," my dad's voice quivers knowing how much he loves my mum.