Im A Baller Novels & Stories

Kaleb The ballroom in the palace is crowded but so quiet I can hear the echo of my footsteps. I didn’t bother to bathe, let alone change into something more appropriate for this occasion. My shirt is dust-stained red and wilted from a day spent in the sun, in the sparring ring, where I beat my tension into submission until I couldn’t so much as lift my arms anymore.

I could still hear the shrieks of kids screaming over the maniacal music they’d piped in to float above the roar of the arcade machines. I was a classically trained ballerina. And while I didn’t expect Dalton to understand all the various implications of that and what it meant to me—about me—I did think he had respect for what I did. For the fact that I was running an actual business, and doing it increasingly well.

“By the way, Lapochka, I notice that you have some hectic muscle on your legs and upper thighs-” A growl from the stove as Kai continues to do whatever it is that he’s doing. “Okay, okay geez,” Nikolai says and holds up his hands while rolling his eyes. “Do you work out a lot, or is there another secret you’re hiding?” I look at Nikolai, surprised that he even noticed the muscle definition in my legs because they don’t really show. “I’m a dancer, more specifically a ballerina. Not professionally though; I was told that I am much too curvaceous to ever be a Prima Ballerina.” I say and see his eyes widen at my words.

Leah said. "Wait, let me try," I said, making them both turn to me. I signaled the staff to hand me a ball. "Go, Aunt Cresia," Leah cheered me excitedly. I smiled at her, then turned to Lenos who was watching me seriously. Before I could stop myself, I already gave him a wink. "This is how you do it, Lenos." But then I bit my lower lip when I realized what I just said. How did I manage to say that when this was the first time I touched a basketball in my life?

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 know I saw the pictures that you've been posting and I follow you online. Your girlfriend is quite the hard worker isn't she?" " What are you talking about because she does her thing? I do my thing and my thing is kicking a ball around for a living at scoring goals and you know what the coolest part about it is? " "Enlighten me since I have no idea what you do for a living?" "sarcasm is not a good colour on you and yes I kick a ball for a living and school calls for a living and it's pretty damn cool that I get paid to do what I love ."

"Oh my God ! Your crush Gun ! ??" "Uhmm..yes..he. He was near me when P'Chau passed me the ball. My hands were shivering and the ball slipped. Phet...I don't know whether I will be able to play well in the next quarters .I can't...When he comes near to me..."

I should act professionally and I shouldn't indulge myself in a personal conversation. I'm not a friendly kind of person, I do not have someone who I can call a friend. Gordon is the only one who I'm comfortable talking with even before when still a kid. So I think, I don't need to get along with my co-ballerina. As long as I'm being professional to all of them.

I wоuld hаvе given аnуthіng tо be thаt brа. Aѕ thе 8 ball fоund іtѕ pocket, ѕhе lооkеd uр and said wіth malice, "Mаn, уоu rеаllу suck. I thоught уоu wеrе ѕuрроѕеd tо bе an аthlеtе. That was ѕо еаѕу it was bоrіng." I соuld tеll she wаѕ rеаllу еnjоуіng thіѕ. She knеw juѕt hоw to ѕеt mе оff – рuѕh my buttons. I guеѕѕ thаt'ѕ the problem wіth people уоu practically grow up with. Move аwау fоr a whіlе, even 6 уеаrѕ, аnd thеу still саn get tо you. Thе athlete соmmеnt really ѕtung – we both knеw I рlауеd D1 bаѕеbаll.

Put your fingers in the holes and throw the ball across the lane and make the pins fall. “It doesn’t take too long with that ball, Selena,”. Jimmy shouts behind me and everyone laughs. I lean my arm back and bring it up in one quick motion, leaning my body forward. I release the heavy ball, which moves the slowest and everyone, including me, is anxious for it to meet the pins. Go! Go! Go! When the last pin falls, I twirl around and hug my friends. I look to a grimacing Jimmy. “Do not underestimate the power of a beginner,” I proclaim and we laugh again.