Im A Baller Novels & Stories

Sending the ball end over end more than ten yards is my Achilles heel but I’m determined to increase my success ratio. Working with Lane is no hardship. He has the man goods and I can’t help but enjoy watching him sweat. Unfortunately, Lane’s good looks don’t have the same effect on me that Aiden’s do. This is why I need to stop checking out the guys and focus. There’s no room for anything besides football in my life right now. This becomes my new mantra.

I am thrilled to go to his soccer game and watch him kick the ball around. His legs are legendary in our school. He knows how to wow and win a crowd over. That demanding presence he commands is what I admire about him. That's how ballet was for me. I was center stage. I will be center stage again today when everyone sees me plant a big kiss on those sexy soft lips. "Are you ready for our grand performance?" Aiden asks. "Heck yes. We both need this," I respond. "We do? Or you do?" "What does that mean?" I ask.

Fortunately she didn't seem to mind. "Ahh, this is refreshing," I was leaning on the banister, the wind blowing my perfectly done hair into a tousled mane, but I could care less. "I never thought that attending a ball could be this tiring." She chuckled. "I thought you did a great job though. You're very natural, even when you're talking in front of a lot of people." "Well, it's because I had an experience," I shrugged. "I'm a famous celebrity in my previous life, so I was used to doing this kind of thing."

I’m not іn the gаmе аnуwау. “Surе, let’s рlау.” I lеt hеr rack uр the bаllѕ and wе ѕtаrt. I’m nоt іntеrеѕtеd in anything more thаn a gаmе of рооl. Shе gеtѕ thаt рrеttу quickly. Mу mіnd іѕ on Cаrrіе аnd whаt nееdѕ to bе dоnе.

She replies while stuffing a duffel bag with her clothes. “I know you wouldn’t want to be with a person like me. All you have been is good to me and all I have been is bad to you. I feel embarrassed; I know I’m a horrible person. All I can say is sorry.” He slowly walks to her and sits by the end of the bed and watches her as she keeps on packing. “Go to her and be happy you have my blessings.” She picks up the bag and starts walking towards the main exit of the apartment. He rushes behind her and grabs her hand to stop her. “I’m trying to contact Belle, I lied to you I don’t love you or maybe I do but not more than her.” I’m sorry for lying to you but I need your help to get to her, please.

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.

“I’ll go to the ball…” Then I looked him straight in the eye, a faint smirk pulling at my lips. “…and I’ll try to win the Ball Star title.” A pause. Then, “No matter how slim the chance.”

I said as the ball hit my back. I turned and look back at those kids who were playing. “Be careful! You might hit someone!” I shouted to them. “Are you alright?” I asked her. She was sobbing like crazy. “Sorry, I have a trauma with balls,” she said as she wipe her tears. “It's fine. I blocked the ball for you,” I said and smiled brightly. “I'm Jacob Seo.” I added. “My name is Irene Moon,” she introduced herself. I took a step back from her...

The court glowed under harsh fluorescent lights, perfect and clean and mine in a way nothing else in my life had ever been. Here, I wasn’t Gabriel Danvers’ daughter. I wasn’t Silas Alaric’s runaway fiancée. I wasn’t the girl whose mother had died under mysterious circumstances when I was eight, leaving behind nothing but questions and a silver crescent moon necklace that still felt warm against my skin. I was just breath and muscle and the perfect arc of a ball through air. I drove toward the basket. My sneakers squeaked on polished wood, then I jumped and released. The ball made a swish sound before it dropped through the net and hit the ground with a soft thud that sounded too loud in the

I doubt he would even have interest in me. You see James and I are polar opposites. He is good looking boy but I’m not, or so I think, the only people who ever complimented how I looked was my parents. I barely wear clothes that are even supposed to be worn by girls. He is good in sports which explains him being the captain of the basketball and football team. I on the other hand am a lazy ass. I can barely catch a ball properly. The ball would most probably hit my head whenever I try to catch it. I don’t even know how that was possible. That’s why, I try avoid much of my embarrassment and not play that many sports in school. I usually come home and go straight to my laptop, does playing fif