Lamelo Ball Drip Novels & Stories

“Go, David!” “David, that looks so amazing! Do it again!’ Some of David’s fans started screaming for David. The ball was in Leo’s court for the next shot. David went up to defend voluntarily while Patrick went to the restricted area to stand opposite Gorilla Max. “David, don’t think that you can change the situation because you got lucky. I’ll show you what real basketball is.” Leo said and started displaying his fancy dribbling. He was now showcasing all kinds of fancy moves.

Dylan explained. "Let's say we acquire those items. Dragon pearl doesn't look like something that would be used in a serum; it can't be broken into pieces or powdered." "You are right. The dragon pearl isn't going to be used to make a serum. We are looking to make a mini Luna's halo."

The air hit me first, damp, laced with the faint sourness of spilled liquor and sweat. LeBron was there, hunched on a small chair under the single dangling bulb, sipping from a plastic cup. Thick, pale liquid clung to his lips and chin, it looked like yoghurt, though with LeBron, you could never be sure. “You’re really down here drinking that?” I asked, my voice bouncing off the cement walls. He didn’t even glance up. Just swirled the cup lazily, like it was fine wine instead of whatever sludge he’d scrounged up.

Slowly I read the letter. “Leo, I'm sorry for leaving without speaking to you. I just don't want you to get hurt when you're with me. To me you are everything. If we can meet again, I hope we can see those flowers bloom together. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for always being there for me. I will always remember you. Goodbye Leo. From Frey."

Although he knew he had no grounds to ask about that, he still wanted to know everything about Melody and Christopher. Melody's eyes turned cold. "Yes, but let’s focus on the shooting." When he saw Melody's response, Philip pursed his lips and kept quiet. Everything was ready, and Leroy dribbled smoothly in the bright lights. There was a muffled sound, and a three-point shot was made accurately. There were several screams. "Ahhh! Awesome!" "You're awesome, Leroy! Wow, I can’t breathe! It’s Leroy!" Listening to these voices, Melody and Philip turned their heads. They saw several beautiful young girls, all dolled up and standing at the entrance of the basketball stadium, waving frantically to

He discreetly glanced down at himself. He’d actually pissed a little from the scare. PRIDE HIGH [Basketball Court – Afternoon] The sun beat down hard, but the game didn’t slow. “Pass it!” The ball sailed through the air. Lionel caught it clean, dribbled once, jumped, and sank it. Cheers erupted from the sidelines. Lionel grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. Tall, confident, effortlessly popular—he knew every eye was on him. He pulled off his jersey and tossed it toward the crowd.

"As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon." My eyebrows met at her words. I couldn't understand what she was saying as the scent of my power that Mama Amelia sealed leaked. I don't remember what she said happened. For the past few months, nothing has been strang

Damon stands there in a dark coat, crisp shirt, and that maddeningly composed expression that makes you want to throw something just to see him flinch. He’s holding a large silver-wrapped box. “Happy birthday, champ.” Leo squeals, practically bouncing. “You came!” “I promised I would,” Damon says, crouching to meet his eyes. “Go ahead—open it.” Leo tears at the wrapping like a mini tornado until the glowing soccer ball rolls out, lighting up the room with flashes of blue and red. His eyes go huge. “It glows!” I can’t help it. A small laugh slips out. “That’s… actually impressive.”

one of the players muttered from the crowd. Leo smirked as he grabbed his second ball, trying to be flashy this time. He dribbled faster, pulled up for the shot— Clang! The ball straightly hit the rim with a medium sound, bounced back, and touched the floor. Some students' heads shook, but others reacted with an eager, "Oh!!!" the crowd shouted. "Too quick," Nate murmured to Kim. Leo exhaled, shaking his head in frustration, while Jason simply made a note. "Good first shot. Stay consistent," he advised. Leo then made his way to his seat, feeling disappointed.

Yvo led the way, spinning the ball with effortless precision before tossing it up and catching it again, his smirk daring the other team to keep up. Leo’s blue team followed, a wave of calm against the blaze of red. Their jerseys shimmered under the lights, the deep blue contrasting sharply with the red on the court. Every stride was measured, each step controlled, movements almost choreographed. Leo adjusted his wristband as he stepped into position, posture relaxed yet alert, eyes sweeping the court like a strategist plotting his next move.