Love And Basketball Novels & Stories

With your lover or skate - with intense determination, puckered eyebrows and a lotta sweat - like Amaya. She tried putting thoughts of how she'd betrayed Maisie and Harvey out of her head as she she led her sweet younger brother with golden brown hair and chocolaty pupils away from "Off-road" - Little Heaven's skating arena but it wasn't working. Guilt was devouring her. "Will you please perform a tech skate for me?" He had stopped in his tracks and asked with tiny little pouted lips and a melting chocolate bar in his right hand politely. He was just five. She'd do anything for her brother and if he really wanted to see her execute a tech skate then she definitely would. Besides, it'll make

It has always been Liam's dream to be a professional basketball player and as his girlfriend, I should support him and let him focus on his works. I made my way to my next class and hope the day end before I know it.

“Nice try. But the crowd has been chanting my name since before she showed up, and I was already kicking your ass. Watch me keep doing it.” He jumped high and slammed it through the net. The crowd exploded. “Mason! Mason! Mason!” “Mason!” Amber chanted too, squealing softly, enjoying the sight of both boys, sweaty, competitive, their tees riding up to reveal carved abs. She fanned herself dramatically. “Fuck, now I want to learn basketball,” she whispered to Linda, biting her lip hard. “Those sports are dude territory. I wish my boyfriend could join them, you know, but he is too busy joking around with his friends and shit.” Linda whistled. “But damn… yours are dripping sex. Look at those bo

Our son responded as he ran towards his uncles; I could see Lennon was showing off his skills by shooting three points, and I knew my brother was good with this sport, and I only wanted to impress my wife. "Well, I am having second thoughts as I learned from uncle Lennon that basketball is a cool sport, too," Axel answered, and I couldn't stop smiling as I realized he sounded like an eighteen-year-old. "My dear, as your mom, I will support you in whatever kind of sport you want to play as long as you promise me that you will never abuse your body and you will take good care of yourself." My wife said. "It would be lovely to see you in a basketball court or at the fields, and it doesn't matte

I turned myself around and buried my head into James’s chest as I pleaded in a whisper. “Don’t you love basketball the most?” He pretended not to hear my pleas. Before I transmigrated into the book, I was stuck in a hospital bed daily. My only hobby was watching basketball games. I thought I could finally experience the joy of playing on the court after transmigrating into the book, only to end up with this cursed milk production physique. It would be absurd to watch a player make three-pointers while spraying milk on the court! Of the three male leads, James was a skilled basketball player. As such, I often watched him play the games.

The moment he announced it, the whole room went feral with noise. "What's their deal, man?" I blocked my ears. "The basketball games are always intense. Different departments from Lexington come together to play. If you're looking forward to impressing your crush, then you should try. She never misses the basketball game," Kelvin explained to me. I had never engaged in any form of human sports, but there was nothing I couldn't adapt to. Basketball couldn't be that bad. If Daysi was going to be watching, well, I was ready to sweep her world away.

Vince crouched down in front of his daughter, reaching out to gently clasp her trembling hand—the very same hand that had learned how to tightly grip a basketball before it had even learned how to write her own name neatly. He offered a sad, comforting smile, even as his own heart was fracturing into pieces. "Honey..." Audrae slowly lifted her head, blinking heavily. Vince tenderly brushed away the remaining damp strands of hair from her cheek. "Basketball made you happy," he murmured softly. "But basketball... will never be the only reason why we're proud of you."

And I could see the pissed expression on his face. Well, it'll really hurt his ego as a man, he was just defeated by a woman, man! And for all the sort that might a woman defeat him, it's the basketball! BASKETBALL! A sport wherein guys mostly played than girls. But I'm enjoying what I'm doing—pissing him off.

“We’re going to the locker room to congratulate the team since it’s obvious we’re going to win.” “Sounds great, Bibi. What’s the score?” Nate replied. “You’re kidding right? What have you been watching for the past four hours?” Nate didn’t quite know how to answer his friend’s question. Other than teaching and archeological research, basketball was Nate’s passion, so he was quite amazed that during the entire four quarters of the charity game, he was so distracted by the woman he’d just met sitting next to him, he had absolutely no idea what the score was, or anything else that had occurred on the court.

I said. "And you just tell me what I'm going to do, William? You were the only person who made school bearable for me, and now you just up and leave, despite the fact that you were my friend and boyfriend for fuck sakes." "I don't want you to find out in school, but it was all a bet, becoming your friend, dating you, everything between us was all a bet." "I don't understand" "Are you deaf, Athena? I never loved you or wanted to be your friend; the basketball team made a bet, and you were just collateral damage."