Nba Youngboy Blue Novels & Stories

The last thing I should do was spoil the fun by being a party pooper. I danced until my feet were sore and drank until I was tipsy. "Okay, I need a timeout." I stood with one hand grabbing the couch to keep me steady. We were doing shots with the boys. Colton, his little brother Koltin, Castile, Luke, the new guy Zion, and the rest of the football team were here, excluding Blake since he wasn't invited. "Where are you going?" Cassandra pouted. I giggled, another sign that I'd been drinking too much. "Restroom. I need to pee." The sober me would never say that out loud with boys around.

He silently whispered to them. "How ugly." He triumphantly walked up to the launchpad, bumping into whatever and whoever, not necessarily caring. His eyebrow raised upon skimming through the board, smirking as he took notice of the Battle Royale. There were an array of teams joining, all in teams of six; apart from one. A lone player, with stats higher than anyone could imagine, though Uriel reckoned he could beat those 'weak numbers' in a few days. They go by the name of 'Blue', which already had Uriel convinced that that person was a twelve year old.

"Blue ." " Cleo, I'm serious." ©#KCMmuoe

Kieran had been a young boy who ending puberty did not do well. His face was filled with enough pimples for three faces. He was tall and lanky and thin. His parents had money and that was the only thing that made the other popular kids hang out with him. The only thing that stood out was his blue eyes. Other kids in the neighborhood always called him the blue-eyed boy.

"Okay, fine. I will see him today. I was going over to his place in the first instance anyway." An hour later, I was at Jaxson’s penthouse. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city we collectively owned, a sprawling map of lights and ambition. Jaxson was packing, tossing his team jerseys into a leather duffel. Jaxson Montgomery: the NBA’s golden boy, the man whose jersey was tucked into the waistbands of half the teenagers in America.

"And I won’t start now. Mr. Blue never had any personal grudge against Zayn. Why did he suddenly want to schedule a private meeting with him? There's more to it. We even have a transcript of one of Blue’s calls to Mikhail." Arnold chuckled darkly. "That is very satisfying." Just as he was about to end the call, the voice on the other end spoke up again. "Boss, I have an unrelated update." "Go on." "Zayn wiped out a minor gang recently. Reason? A boy named Ainsworth Lucien. He’s under Zayn’s protection." Arnold raised an eyebrow. He leaned forward again, intrigued. "A boy? hmmm...." he felt he knew about this boy.

Sue: "Mal, we will offer you three options at this point. You can sign some divorce papers which I just happen to have ready for you, and leave quietly. You can fight my strapping son (he flexed those damn muscles again; I literally shook, cowering before him.) OR, you can choose to be our house boy. We were going to offer you something like 'a fair half share in the estate' but I remembered that night when you drunkenly brought your slut girlfriend from work, as well as those nights you didn't come home. And the night when my nose was pushed out of place when I 'walked into a door'. Because of these warm, wonderful memories, your service as 'house boy' will be fun and entertaining...for us

“Hey, Cali.” I turned in my seat, eyeing the young man who had sidled up to my side. “Hey, YB.” I gave him a smile. “You doing ok?” His eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. “Hey, that was going to be my line.” “Sorry.” I gave a small shrug. YB was young. Younger than me by several years and from what Truth had told me, been hanging around the club since he was fourteen. Desperate to patch in. Which he had done only a year ago. The youngest patched member they had. Hence the name Young Blood.

Somehow the guy is on the floor, hand to his nose. I blink, did I miss something? She must have hit him somehow during her flip, in a move too fast for me to comprehend. With raised eyebrows I shake my head, fighting the urge to clap, now that is my new role model. “That is Naya, one of our fastest” Pride lights up his words. “That was so cool, whatever it was she did, is she a solider?” where I come from females don’t fight much, I have to say, it’s amazing to see.

"I don't know, I mean we are now in good terms but in less than two weeks, there will be a next game. Since our school won, I bet Liam will be so focus on basketball." "Why is he so focus on basketball?" "Because he always want to be an NBA player and dreamt that one day there will be a scout from NBA who see his performance in the court and eventually took him in." He nods."I know that he still cares for you." "Hmm... yeah, he is but people change. How about you? Already have something in mind for the future?" He looks down at his phone he's holding. "I don't know, I just go on with the flow. How about you? Already have a list of universities you will attend?"