Im A Baller Novels & Stories

" She's the love of my life. You on the other hand are the player." Yeah, yeah , yeah. Whatever. Throughout the day, I could not concentrate on anything every time I thought about that little siren. As a result, I ended up with blue balls. Don't underestimate hours of being rock hard. As I headed back home from school, I could not help but rub my balls after glancing right and left to make sure no one was watching. I definitely wasn't looking forward to being called a freak by some random busy buddies. The sweet sensation made me throw my head back, moaning

He's trying to grab it but I won't let him, right? "You know..." he looked at me and smiled. "I love you, don't I?" And with that, he quickly kissed my cheek. At the same time as I was dumbfounded by what he did, he completely snatched the ball from me. Okay, we lost… and that's because I'm fragile. I first sat down on the bench at the side of the court to catch my breath, while Israel and the children were still playing basketball. I did my best to shoot the ball but it seems like playing basketball is not my cup of tea. Since my childhood, I have never been interested in any ball games.

“You’re about to lose, Kian.” His eyes dragged over me, slow and deliberate. “We’ll see about that.” “We’ll see about that,” I said, picking up the ball and giving it a little toss in my palm. Kian just watched me, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk still there. “You won’t beat me,” I said, louder this time, letting the crowd hear it. “I’ve been playing since you were over there flirting with the bar.” I nodded toward where he’d been talking to those guys. “You don’t even know how to hold the ball right.”

POV: Kai The air inside the stadium at midnight was thick with the scent of damp grass and the hum of high-voltage transformers. It was a space I owned during the day, but at night, it felt like a hollowed-out cathedral to my own fading glory. I adjusted my grip on the ball, my knuckles turning white. Each dribble was a rhythmic thud that echoed up into the empty bleachers, a sound that usually centered me but tonight felt like a countdown.

NELSON. The ball was bouncing hard under my hand as I crossed half court, sweat pouring down my back. We were up by twelve in the practice scrimmage against the rival team that always talked the most shit. My teammates were screaming my name—Nelson! Nelson!—every time I touched the ball. I’m the captain. Nineteen years old, six-foot-five, and this court is my fucking kingdom.

She looked at the floor, then back up, something caught between embarrassment and the need to explain herself. "I used to be a ballerina," she said. Like it was a confession. "Before." She glanced at the mirror, then away. "There's no bar. I can't do most of it anymore anyway. I just—" She stopped. "It's stupid." "It's not stupid," Maya said. Emily pressed her lips together. She looked young — softer than the careful eyes suggested, something in her face still unbroken, still waiting for the world to be what she'd believed it was going to be.

They will either try to use me or subsidize my power if I can't match up to them or what they want. It is a very risky thing to do, but I had a clear expression like I was cool with everything as I placed my hands on the ball. To my greatest surprise, the ball shone a very bright red light. It was so beautiful, and just when I wanted to admire it more, it went off. What the hell?? What the fuck is this? Why did the ball just suddenly go off?

Fucking ball! I leaned into my black office chair and kicked away from the wooden table. I let out a sigh as I stared up at the silver chandelier that hung from the ceiling. My study was quiet, just like it always was. The only sound coming from the buzz of the air-conditioner as it blew in cool air. I had popped the first two buttons of the black shirt and loosened the band on my jet black hair earlier. I brought my hand up to run through the length of my hair. I might need to trim it, now that this ball's coming up. This is the one thing I wasn't able to stop when I assumed head of the Black Rose. This stupid fucking ball. Ballo del Diavolo. Ballo del Diavolo.

Jumping, I moan out loud as the balls smack around inside me. The moan isn’t one you would expect from a tap on the ass. It is more the moan that comes from having two large steel balls inside you. Liam turns and looks at me with a confused expression, Jackson’s laugh surrounds me as he walks past me. The idiot! Is he determined to end this night early, because I am ready to?

My dad didn't like it at all, but I didn't give him any idea I was too happy to let ruin everything. My day was intense, seeing that we had to play volleyball and I can never play the ball. I always jump too early or too late to block and the other team scores. And in the draft it is better not to comment ... If you want you can ask the girl who I hit the forehead, she will tell you how good I am at it.