Nba Youngboy Smiling Novels & Stories

The suddenness of it sent a small jolt through me, and I froze for a second. My heart thumped a little harder in my chest, a sinking feeling settling in my stomach as I opened the message. A picture of a child appeared, and I swallowed hard when I saw what it was. A boy, no older than six, dressed in a little soccer uniform with grass stains on his shorts and a ball tucked under his arm. His light brown hair was ruffled, probably from running around, and his wide, innocent eyes glistened with excitement. Beneath the photo, the caption read: “Mason at soccer practice, prepping for the big game”.

Kane. I was shocked. Younger, maybe sixteen or seventeen, in a garden somewhere with his jacket off and his expression doing something I'd never seen it do — open, unguarded, the smile of someone who didn't know yet that smiling was something to be careful about. I turned it over. Nothing written on the back.

The setting sun cast a golden glow over half the schoolyard. The boy had just finished a few games of basketball and was breathing hard. He hopped the fence from the court to the bleachers and plopped down on a seat to catch his breath. A friend handed him a water bottle. He grabbed it and gulped down half. His open collar revealed his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow. A classmate must have complimented his game because he gave a lazy, indifferent smile that shone brightly in the fading light.

Allie arched her brow at that, her nose scrunched as they all stared at Nate with heart eyes. An elder who accompanied them, probably someone’s mother batted her lashes at Nate. “Would you mind taking a photo with the boys? They’re all huge Yorkers fans. Watched your team play every game so far.” “Sure, of course,” Nate said warmly. He held his arms out and got on both knees, the little boys crowding around him. “Now, y’all better promise to stay in scouts and become a Yorker?” One of the boys with flushed cheeks pulled at Nates shirt and asked, “Were you a Cub Scout too?”

Toby rolled his eyes and looked at him inquisitively. "Do you ever smile?" Toby asked and Zayn looked at him confused. "What's that suppose to mean?" He finally said back. "Well, you smirk, glare, give emotionless expressions too. But not a little smile?" "Wel— "And you roll your eyes a lot." "Tob— "And scream a lot too." "Toby." Zayn said calmly. "Yes?" Toby replied with a bright smile. "Can you—" "Teach me how to be a better person, sure."

The eyes of Bella darted towards the entrance of the shop, and the glass in the shop reflected her. She typed again. Bella: You’re too late. She took the shopping bag that still lay in the hands of the assistant and inserted her phone into her bag. “Thanks, Bella, thank you,” said the girl, not stuttering. The sky was blackening beyond. The bag was on her arm, but Bella stood motionless for a moment. She had drawn back her phone once more and opened the video file. Her thumb was floating above the screen. “In a moment, Playboy,” she said to herself, with a slow smile.

I said, forcing a bright smile just like Lucille had coached. He looked clearly irritated, jaw tight. “Your game today was great,” I rushed on, showering compliments while catching Lucille’s mischievous grin from the corner of my eye. “You were moving like…like the ice belonged to you. That last shot? Insane.” “What do you want?” Tyler said, his lips stretching into a smirk. He crossed his massive arms, making his biceps strain against the jersey. “And what’s with the weird smile? You look ridiculous.”

Alex pressed his hands together and stretched his lips into a bigger smile, "Good!" "Well, that's nice to hear!" Eunae answered with a small chuckle, finding the little boy too cute, especially on how his smile reached his eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair until the young boy leaned closer to her touch. "You're probably hungry, what do you want to eat?" "Burger!" Almost instantly, the little boy rejoiced raising his fist into the air that made her gasp.

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES THAT SOME OF YOU MAY FIND DISTURBING. IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH THIS, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER. READ AT YOUR RISK! ❌⛔🚫❗❗❗❗ ~×~×~×~ Ballo I'm a 21 year old man living the dream. First, I become rich by the time I am nineteen. I own one of the most successful chain of gyms in America. I am now on the run from bad guys just like it was a movie. An Adventure!

~Wren~ “Leo!” I yell out with a big grin on my face. The little boy turns his head to see me and stands, hobbling his little legs toward me with a glorious smile on his face. I jog over to meet him halfway. Poor kid just had the run of his life a couple of hours ago. I try to hide my laugh when I see the chocolate smeared all around his thin lips, giving him the cutest food mustache. “Wren,” He breathes as he slams into my legs,