Nba Youngboy House Novels & Stories

Who possessed such a velvety voice? "Oh!" Right in my front stood a shirtless blonde boy. He had blue eyes and tanned skin. His jetblonde was plasterd on his head. He was tall and spotted a dimple on one cheek. This guy was cute. Forgive my bad description of a strikingly handsome boy. "Huh?" I asked fazed. "That's my name." He said," I am Alain Greenbolt. I live at the house with the picket fence." I scratched my hair feeling nervous. Could this introduction wait till later? "I am Emem. We just relocated down here. Emem yonas. I would love to put on my clothes, do you mind turning around?"

“Maybe it’s not worth it. I’ll just join Mr. Ronaldo’s agency -” “I know I said I want you to work hard for what you want, but if going into the NBA will force you to sacrifice the relationship that you already have, I’d rather invest in you, Son,” Grayson said. “And I don’t want Adrian to think that I cannot support my children with their dreams.” “So you think making our team is the best solution?” Taylor asked. “I think so. We can have more control of the marketing and who you work with,” Grayson answered. “I can offer you a safer environment.”

"Lady, you just saved me from eternal shame. A Lord like me mustn't rape or hurt a defenseless girl, I was set up to lose my legacy in this game." She blinked surprisingly. "Listen, young lady. I don't know who's friend you are or came with, but I'll pay your owner millions and even billions just to claim you", he promised as he dressed up. "But for now, excuse me while I go back to pay back some dues," he added, as he pulled out a big roll of cigarette and lit it. Lia was left speechless. Her brain struggled to process his words. Claim her? Pay her owner? She wasn't a piece of property to be bought and sold.

Sienne my assistant said "You are the one everything has been waiting on and you have talked about how important it is for you to close this deal, so am just a bit worried you have been slacking behind lately and it's so unlike you sir" "I know Sienna, i have just been dealing with aloot of family complications but i will have it by then" I close my laptop and lean back in my seat after hanging up. I glance around my home office and just absorb all the good in my life. Am almost closing the deal to own one of the biggest night club in New York city, and i can't afford any bad publicity right now orbi might loose everything i have worked so hard for this past one year.

It was actually really good to see Brody after she’d seemingly just evaporated into thin air the night we met. “Where’s yours?” She craned her head, looking for my non existent skateboard. I offered her a drink from my flask and she politely declined. Setting it beside my feet, I dug the toe of my shoe into the ground. “Sold it a few years back, I needed the money. I just didn’t have time for skating anymore...but I want to buy another one.” I turned to look at Brody, who’s facial expression resembled a brightly lit Christmas tree. “I used to be a manager at Cowtown Skateboards. When you’re ready to go, let me pick you up. I’ll help you get the best deal.” She grinned excitedly, but I was sk

Also, very filled out, I should add. “Ok Jack,” The nickname we had called him growing up. “You can put me down now.” “Oh, right. Sorry,” He laughed as he placed me down. “It’s good to see you. Remy’s inside. You can go on ahead.” “Thanks, Jack.” I kissed his cheek before stepping back. “We’ll catch up later, okay?” He nodded his response before I walked up the steps to the pack house. Julien had agreed to stay behind and let me handle this on my own. Opening the door, I looked around. It hadn’t changed much from when I was a child. Remy’s mom had loved the modern look and it seemed Remy did too. Except he had redecorated it with shades of red and black. The walls had been painted gray, and

“I’m having a get together later if y’all want to come over. Kind of like a study group thing, then some vid games. I’ve got a new Pro game for NHL.” “I’m in.” Tate glares at me. “You better not be drinking.” Her voice has that serious tone to it. Tate sure is adorable when she’s serious, I could pull her right to me and kiss those damn pretty lips. “No beers.” Toby affirms. “My folks are around in any case. We can hang up stairs in my space.” And when he says my space we’re talking a whole entire floor. His folks house has three floors plus a basement and Tobes has the very top floor. The bedroom is ginormous. In all there are four rooms on the top floor, one is his dedicated computer room

Slowly— She closed her locker. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. Then— She turned. --- The boy stood there. A few steps away. His fists clenched at his sides. Eyes red—not from sleep. From something else. Something heavier. Grief. Anger. Blame. All mixed into something ugly. Something raw. Something real. “He would still be alive if you had acted sooner, bitch.” --- Silence. Complete. The hallway didn’t just quiet down.

I didn't talk with the other boys that much, so oddly enough, it felt more comforting being near him. "Guys, you know Elizabeth. Elizabeth, the guys." We all waved awkwardly. "So, how are you guys able to be down here when there's no adult supervision?" One of the guys answered my question. "We're apart of the weight room club, they kind of trust us to be here." My mouth dropped a bit, "That's a thing?" There were a few laughs, but I was still serious about my question, which they caught on. "Yeah, it's a real thing. We meet in the afternoons and during free periods and just work out. It's pretty awesome, actually."

I asked, gulping hard. “Well, ownership of the school has been shifted to the Newtons,” He said and I just rolled my eyes. “How does that affect the fact that my parking space is being taken away from me?” I asked, getting impatient. With a deep breath, Couch Jamesone said; “You may no longer be the quarterback of this school as Howard Newton is now the quarterback and he is going to play in our next tournament, you may not,” He said, sadly. This sounded like a joke to me, Howard gets to take what's mine just because his family bought the school, my dad could do more than buy the school.