Kobe Bryant The Mamba Mentality Novels & Stories

AN: Thank you! Thank you! 😍 to all my supporters there .. Love you all really. 😍😍😍 ======================================== ====================== TWO MONTHS DEAL ====================== KOBE P.O.V I’m here now inside the bar and drowning especially in alcohol. I'm waiting for my two friends to arrive. Fucking this girl! She's really a bullshit! What went through his mind to do this to me?

Even if Zayn had defeated Kairo, he believed that he could still fight him! Even if he lost, did it matter? He could at least test out Zayn’s abilities! “The others may fear you, Zayn, but I, Black Mamba, do not!” Black Mamba let out a harsh grunt as he began his counterattack. He moved swiftly, his agile movement as nimble as a brown bear’s. Moreover, his attacks were very strong. Every punch he threw and every kick he swung was filled with an explosive force! If Kairo was in Zayn’s place, he would be no match for Black Mamba without his sword. It was no wonder that Black Mamba still had the courage to provoke Zayn despite seeing him crush Kairo in their fight.

"It's okay everybody makes mistakes from time to time but you are getting better everyday I can assure you of that," I smiled against the intercom after Bryant said that I could never get used to him being so kind and courteous to me even when I was making mistakes like this I was used to him always yelling at me all the time and calling me an idiot but now all of a sudden he respected me and my opinions and he didn't look down on me even though I will make mistakes from time to time which was what motivated me to try even harder so that I would not be pulling him back at all.

I tell him with more assurance than I feel. Bobby is one of the gentlest souls I know. He may look like a teenager but he's actually pushing thirty. His mental capacity is that of a young teenager. He's the heart of this team because in his eyes the players can do no wrong. I'd also put him up against any equipment manager in the league. His OCD is the best thing that ever happened to a locker room for me.

So be patient. Bryant

The crowd reacted—cheers exploding from our bench and the stands filled with my supporters. Point by point, I fought back, empowering my teammates around me. Each basket ignited a fire not just inside me, but also lit a spark in my team. As the final minutes approached, I sensed victory within reach. We pushed harder, and I could feel the momentum shifting. My knee was hurting bad; it felt like it could pull away any moment, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get over the line, and then, what will be will be. The opposition, confused and frustrated by my newfound determination, faltered. I was relentless; every time someone knocked me down or tried to intimidate me, I got back up, my resolv

Kobe. In Bogy's memory, Kobe wasn't just one of the many who had spied on Era. He was also cruel and unafraid to do whatever it took to achieve his goals. It was clear—Kobe hadn't hesitated to block Dree's path, to gang up on Seth, or to harm Era. That truth made Bogy's blood boil, but he remained calm and collected. He reminded himself that Kobe was no easy opponent. Bogy steadied himself and lowered himself into a fighting stance. When Kobe attacked, Bogy dodged nimbly.

“It’s said that Lebron has killed at least eight hundred people.” “Lebron always gets his kill in one shot. He’s invincible.” “Though I wouldn’t say he’s completely now that he’s in Mordu.” “At the very least, he wouldn’t dare offend my master, Chief Leonard Bray.” “My master is an expert who has been around since the old ages. Even though he’s close to a hundred years old, his Bajiquan is considered odly. Forget fighting him, Lebron can’t even get close to him!”

I nod. "Wait how'd you know that?" He asked. "When you have an older brother and you're the only one who he can play it with when you're young, you get to be influenced by the game." I say. He smiled. "Guy's gal. Alright. Let's play." Both of us headed to the ring and he starts grabbing the basketball. He stands right across me while dribbling the ball. "I won't go hard on you." He says. "Oh please. All those Lebron James, Dwayne Wade and Kobe Bryant moves are all in here." I pointed to my temple.

Deanna passes us as we are on her way out. “You’re going to love this training,” she winks at me. I wonder why she thinks that other than Brady being here. After everyone has assembled on the floor, Coach Mabry starts giving instructions. “I’m setting the clock. Walk until you hear the buzzer then we’re running sprints.” He says in a slightly gruff voice. I’d be terrified of him if I hadn’t heard that he’s a super nice guy. Apparently his sons hang out with Brady some; Callie told me that they’re twins and that they’re very talented even as freshmen.