Novel & Cerita Lamelo Ball Parents

I blinked. The bright neon sign above the building made me gasp. “The bowling alley?” He grinned. “You said once that your father never took you bowling because he claimed it was a waste of time.” I stared at him. “You remembered that?” “Princess, I remember everything.” My heart folded itself into a thousand tiny paper cranes. Inside, we changed into bowling shoes and picked our balls. Liam selected a heavy black one. I chose a sparkly purple ball because obviously. “Prepare to lose,” I said.

Alana’s POV. ***5 years later*** “Mom, can I get a new ball?” Liam asked, as he ran towards me with a torn ball, his shirt covered in dirt and grass stains from playing on the yard. “You’ve ruined your new ball.” I faked a glare at him, before reaching out my hand for the ball he held. He looks and behaves exactly like his father, I sighed as I ignored the slight pang in my heart. “Won’t I get another one?” He pouted , “please please mom,” he whined and pleaded as if there was no tomorrow.

Mom said, leaning on her desk. Dad sat next to her, saying, “I think we’re all okay with that. The five of us are your parents, pumpkin, but we have also seen Alonso’s growth. He was trained by us and, I speak for myself, I also love him like a son.” I could feel the emotion that was in that room. Genuinely, everyone was glad for me and Alonso. But that didn’t mean our path would be easy. We had a lot to cover. “Good. Since that has been resolved, I will tell you what will now happen.” Mom said, changing her face to a serious one. One I have seen many times when speaking to world leaders.

The sun was getting hotter, and the outdoor temperature had risen significantly. Trevor took off his long black coat and handed it to her. "Hold this for me." Celeste just looked at it, took it, and placed it on the grass nearby. He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. However, just before the game started, he suddenly told her, "When you record the video later, keep up with our pace. Don't just stand still." Celeste replied, "Got it." The Ball Transportation Game's rules required the parent to pull a loop of rope forward while the child dribbled a basketball inside the loop.

Father's face cold down. "Lionel is the future Alpha king. The future of Blue Moon Pack will definitely rely on Blood Shadow Pack! I had announced in front of everyone that Jenna was going to become Lionel's Luna! Then you disgraced me in front of everyone by causing havoc. Do you want to make our family a joke and even to screw up the trade agreements between the two packs?” Dad bellowed. Mom tugged on my sleeves. "Rylee, listen to your father, and don’t get us in trouble."

“Do you want us to play together? I just learned a new tactic. Trust me, I will beat you in the game this time.” Leo shook his head. “Don’t worry. You just got here. You should rest first. Besides, I’m playing a match with Dad.” Leo laughed and said, “He hasn't won in any round since morning.” Amelia shook her head. “You and your mom won't stop talking about your Dad, will you?” “Why do you want me to stop talking about him?” Leo asked, looking curious. “My Dad is super cool.” Amelia didn't look convinced, but nodded. “I’m sure he is.” She saw Lorenzo walking up to them and said quickly. “You can continue what you are doing. I will see you later. Bye.” With that, she rushed out of the field.

She kept repeating how proud she was of me, how far I’d come, and how grateful she was to see me so happy. Leo’s parents were equally thrilled, and they welcomed me into their family with open arms. His mother had always been warm and inviting, but this time, there was something deeper in her smile. She gave me a small, delicate bracelet—a family heirloom—as a token of their love and acceptance. It was simple yet meaningful, a gesture that made me feel even more connected to Leo's world.

“And it’s an amazing gift. We’ll keep it safe in the garage, and when you’re old enough to ride it properly, we’ll take you to the track and teach you how.” Liam stood up, his jaw tight. “I did some research – models like this are designed for kids his age. It has a speed limiter, safety features… it’s perfectly safe.” “I appreciate that,” Jordan said, his voice hardening slightly. “But we make the rules in our house. Leo knows that.” The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. Kayla stepped between them, putting a hand on Liam’s arm. “It really is a wonderful gift, Liam. Leo loves it – we all do. But Jordan’s right – we have to stick to our rules.”

I looked down and saw that Leonardo's eyes were red. He was biting his lip hard, stubbornly refusing to cry. I smiled and asked him, "Do you really not want your mom anymore?" He shook his head and said nothing. During the parent-child activity, Emily did everything she could to help Adam win. The three of them looked like a real family, enjoying the event together. Meanwhile, I won a toy for Leonardo. However, Adam suddenly ran over and pointed at the toy in Leonardo's hands. "Mommy, I want that toy."

A crowd of two thousand people filled the grand hall—league executives, sports journalists, active players, and fans from all thirty-two franchises. In the front row, Dominic sat in a tailored dark navy suit. Beside him sat twelve-year-old Liam, wearing a suit and tie, and ten-year-old Sophia , dressed in a soft blue velvet gown. Sitting next to them were Eleanor Vale, Cony, my biological mother Sarah, and Chloe with Anthony. Chloe had five-year-old Lily, her daughter, resting happily on her lap. The room fell completely silent as I stepped up to the microphone.