Ja Morant Gun Dance Novels & Stories

“We’ll celebrate after.” I point at her with both hands and mouth *Love you*. Making her scream even louder like a big, adorable fan girl. Halle is here too, sitting beside her, laughing and waving a smaller pom pom. Vincent takes his place at the centre. Malik lines up beside me as a shooting guard. Diego and Ian flanked the wings with three other players, and Jamal anchoring the other forward spot. The ref tosses the ball. Tip-off. Vincent wins the jump clean, tapping it back to Malik, who pushes the ball up court and hits me on the wing with perfect pace. I jab-step my defender, rise up and swish, straight through the fucking hoop.

I pour myself some shots, glumping it down one after the other. I was on the last shot when someone plucked it from my head. Turning my head, I wasn’t at all surprised to see it was Jordan, I knew it was only a matter of time before he found me. I reach to take the shot back at him, feeling light headed. I wanted to drink until the dull ache in my chest goes away but it’s starting to look like that will never happen. I could see that Jordan was saying something, but I couldn’t hear anything above the beat of the music. Filled with a sudden burst of energy, I dance my way to the dance floor, getting rid of my jacket along the way.

Enough to take her breath away. "Holy shit," she moaned. Matt chuckled as he drew back again and threw his weight forward a little harder this time. Dana let out a moan. This dance repeated itself with Matt thrusting his hips a little harder each time. He was soon stabbing her with all his weight, holding her hips so she wouldn't shoot off the other side of the table. He watched her tits bounce with his every move. The woods were filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and Dana's loud moans.

He smiled and worked his way closer, impressing her with dance moves as tight as his abs. G.I. Joe arrived next, complete with biceps-revealing cammies that couldn’t possibly be a military issue, and worked his way between her and Lee Anne. “I’m not just a job, ladies…I’m an adventure.” She laughed and spun away. Ginger danced over and handed her a drink. The lemon drop, heavy on the vodka, went down smooth as ice. She gave the empty glass to G.I. Joe. “Here’s your next mission, soldier.” He saluted dutifully and danced away.

DANY LOUIS ✿ The moment I saw her, my knees buckled, and I immediately hit the marble floor on my knees, trembling. My breath came in short, Nara Mormont who shot a gun at me just yesterday! She sat on the desk, legs crossed, a sleek black shotgun balanced effortlessly in her hands as if it weighed nothing. Her manicured fingers traced the gun absentmindedly, but her eyes—sharp, assessing, deadly—were locked onto me.

We all wore robes on our bikinis; we don't want to show them what's beneath now. "Come on, take those shit off," Isaac whined, and I chuckled. Not now, baby boy; you'll have to wait. We all entered the car, and off we went to the venue. I really can't wait to see our work shine. We got to the venue, and damn! I could only hear a little bit due to how loud the music was blasting. Dante was already giving us some insane moves as we stepped out of the car. Have I ever mentioned that Dante id a god when it comes to dance? He can break dance, body isolate, twerk, waltz, robot dance... there's no dance I know I've not seen him dance. He gets really wild while dancing... don't even let me talk abou

“If I had just been able to fulfill my dream as an athlete, you would be living comfortably here and without worries.” “Stop it, already. Please. You have been the best man and father ever. Stop beating yourself over it. Now, why don’t we relax and maybe dance a bit?” She stood up from the couch and put some soft country music on the small radio on top of the fireplace, turning around to extend her hand towards Gunner, inviting him to dance with her. With a soft smile on his face, he accepted and got up to join her as she moved slowly from side to side to attract him.

Carl encouraged them, and they all nodded before placing their hands on top of each other. “We can do this, can we?” “Yes!” “Wild Hogs team!” Carl cheered. “The cool jetters!!” they all chorused before separating their joined hands and raising it in the air. They all drank and raised a toast after Taylor brought the drinks. After the DJ started spinning some tunes, a few of them moved to the dance floor to groove to the intense pace and rhythm. While Justin went back to continue his tattoo design on Roger’s arm, some headed to the gaming house to play some bike games.

as Dantzler and Kimora have begun to playfully poke at each other and he invites her to the dance floor. Dantzler: Okay, I walked off to go get our drinks and I bumped into Juno while I was at the bar...did you know that guy? (He says as he calmly takes her hand to spin her into a low dip, his hands ever so gently on the small of her back.)

Danny ran to them and helped Jun in restraining his arms. “GET OFF ME, YOU F*CKING KIDS!” Minotaur angrily shouted. He tried his best to throw David off and pull his arms from Danny and Jun’s grips but the three overpowered him. When he slowed down on trashing, Jaden hit hard twice on his head with the gun. He stilled and crumpled on the ground. “Quick! Let’s tie him up!” Danny said. Jaden shoved the gun on his waistband and help David tie Minotaur’s hands and feet.