Ja Morant Gun Dance Novels & Stories

"I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot." He laughed. "Stop that Elliot." Diane scolded him. "Oh please she's twenty and not a baby." He replied. "Anyway, be there everyone." "Of course we will." Sarah said, "I'll clear my schedule." "Daddy?" Maya said. Peter hadn't said anything since. He looked up and saw everyone's eyes on him. "Oh I'm sorry. Well done Maya, I'm proud of you." Satisfied, she smiled. "Elliot come with me for a minute." He stood up and his son followed.

” I can see him reaching for his back, he is going to try and draw on me, I don't want the people on the dance floor to see any of our guns, we could lose the club and I know Jackson has put a lot into it. Before the big asshole can reach for his back, I grab his arm and pull it back, it takes all my power and a bit more and I have it in a tight grip. I take my hand and I ball it into a fist, one that his hands could probably crush. He looks at me with amusement, I have practice these many time with my dad and they have never once failed me.

He kept glancing up at the stands every chance he got, prompting several disgusted hollers from his coach of, "Get in the game! What the hell's the matter with you, Moreno?" He hadn't seen her at the game, but then she did say she had to work. There was still a chance she'd make the party. Looking across the street at the lights coming from the DJ in the backyard, anxiousness crept up his spine. "Hold on, give me a sec." He downed some of his water. "Just take it in with you," Romero said. "I'm ready to get my groove on." Angel turned to Eric who shrugged. He took another long swig. "All right, I'm ready."

Rin’s the kind of guy who doesn’t raise his voice unless he absolutely needs to, but when he does, it echoes. Maya isn’t spared from the brutal warm-up, even though he’s more of a playmaker on the court. His game is built on precision passes, quick reads, and controlling the rhythm. Still, he runs the sprints, makes the cuts, fights for space just like everyone else. He’s mid-drill when the gym door creaks open. Dante walks in like he owns the place. And honestly? With how many businesses his father owns, he might. But Maya doubts that even Dante has that kind of pull, not here.

I heard orchestra music that told Mom got a live band for this, which meant I would go back home with a headache for sure. “Are you going to dance with me?” I asked Mordechai as we walked into a full ballroom. I thought for a moment that with it so packed, someone could just come up and kill me if they wanted to. It would really fuck with my parents if I got murdered right under their nose, and we all knew Jonathan Urie wanted to fuck with them. “I’ve never danced before,” Mordechai said, pulling me toward the edge of the room. “I don’t think tonight is when I want to start.”

Over the past few weeks, he had been working hard, often showing up earlier than everyone else to tighten his form and fix his range. Though three-pointers hadn’t been his strength, today was different. He sank two long-range shots in a row, back to back. “Look at Turner go!” Dylan called out. “Whoa! Turner’s heating up!” Taylor said with a grin. Maxwell jogged to the next position and smirked. “What can I say? The rim and I had a heart-to-heart.” “Yeah? You sweet-talked the ball into going in? Don’t you know? The ring and I are dating!” Drew chimed in, launching a shot of his own.

Nicklaus approached the truck as he kept shooting but someone jumped out and grabbed him to the ground causing the gun to fall off his hand. Myung Hee slapped the man's face with her spear and he made to rush at her but hits him on the crotch with the spear. Ouch! So painful 😫😫😫. Nicklaus kicked the man away and carried his gun again. "Welcome to the gang ancient warrior". Nicklaus compliment and she forced out a smile. 👸🏼👸🏼Meanwhile👸🏼👸🏼 Morgana opened her shirt slightly for a street gangster to see her cleavage.

Then Mortis cocked his gun. “You gonna shoot me, Mort?” I asked softly. “Right here in a hospital parking lot? In front of security cameras? In front of God?” He didn’t answer. But I was done talking. I moved. My elbow shot back into Mortis’ ribs, hard, making him stumble backward with a gasp. In the same motion, I ducked low and twisted, sweeping Emilio’s legs from under him and catching his gun as it fell from his hand. One smooth motion. Years of training didn’t just vanish.

I felt they could be themselves and I could get past the first dose of testosterone. Aiden moves slightly in front of me. "Guys, this is our new kicker, Jordan Givens." He shifts to the side so they get a good long look. "She's now a Pronghorn." Silence. A minute goes by. "Fuck this shit," says a player at the back of the pack. This opens up a few grunts of agreement and plenty of head nods.

I felt they could be themselves and I could get past the first dose of testosterone. Aiden moves slightly in front of me. “Guys, this is our new kicker, Jordan Givens.” He shifts to the side so they get a good long look. “She’s now a Pronghorn.” Silence. A minute goes by. “Fuck this shit,” says a player at the back of the pack. This opens up a few grunts of agreement and plenty of head nods.