Point Break Novels & Stories

Blake paused to swallow the meat he’d been chewing and then continued, “If the ball lands before the dasher catched it, then team A wins the ten points.” Tana replaced her glass of wine and added, “Speed matters too. If the dasher catches the ball within five-thousand, which is the shortest time possible, then team B will get additional thirty points. Six thousand will get twenty-nine. Seven-thousand gets twenty-eight and so on.” “Sounds like baseball,” I muttered my thoughts aloud. Rum nearly spilled his wine. Tana laughed heartily; the melodious chime of her laughter ringing around the living room as Rum cleaned his shirt.

" I started sweating badly. " Sh*t" .... " What's wrong Fred ......" She asked worriedly . " The breaks of my car stopped working Aria ...the...." I trailed in pannick . I pannicked badly as I tried to Control the car as it moved out of the road and that was the last thing I remember ....and the scream of Aria before everywhere went Dark . TBC

Lance and I looked at each other, both dumbfounded. Minutes later, the game started. Everyone decided to do the stable-ford points-based system. Lance explained to me that the aim of this game is to accumulate the highest number of total points in a round. Points are awarded on each hole, depending on how well you score. The point system goes like this: Double bogey or higher or also known as a “wipe” gets no points. Bogey= one point, Par= two points, Birdie= three points, Eagle= four points, Albatross= six points.

She’s more comfortable in using this and doesn’t want to change for the game anymore. The rule of hardpoint is as easy as it sounds. Both teams must secure the same hardpoint—a location within the map (the hardpoint rotates around the map in different areas), and each second that a player stays there is a point. To win the game, the first team to score 150 points, wins. When two players of different teams steps on the hardpoint, no point is given to either teams unless one remains. During this time, the hardpoint is marked as ‘contested’ and must be secured by one team only.

Chapter 14: Truth? The ball bounced off the net and the two teenagers jumped simultaneously. They each scored 99 points and only one of them would be the winner. Time seemed to slow down for Chris as he looked over to Nathan who was persistent in getting the ball first with all his might. Chris knew Nathan was beyond exhaustion by then and he had passed his limits too. However, neither of them wanted to back down just yet. Chris studied his features carefully and he felt something akin to an “admiration” at the moment.

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

Thus, she paused for a second, looking at Trevor. Trevor made another move. And Celeste halted her movements. Harry chuckled. "This is incredible. I never imagined I'd witness such an amazing game here, especially played by two young ones. Well done!" Brandon was frustrated since he broke his concentration. "Shush, shush!" Harry was at a loss for words. After a few minutes, Celeste made her move, subtly shifting the game back to her advantage. Two minutes later, Trevor countered with a move. Then, Celeste set the chess piece down and said, "I lost."

Her hips quiver and I thrust in a second finger. She breaks from the kiss, meeting my eyes, breaths ragged. I'd found her sweet spot and rapidly move my fingers over it and she moans. She was becoming slippery and I rip my fingers out of her, causing her to scream a moan and rest her forehead on my shoulder.

"Melinda can deal with it. Grace asks about you. She wants to see you." "Really?" "Really. She likes you. Says you're cool." I smile. "Well, I am pretty cool." We clean up together, moving around the kitchen like we've done this a thousand times. It's domestic and normal and perfect. Later, as we're getting ready for bed, Richard's phone rings. Benjamin. "What's wrong?" Richard asks, putting it on speaker. "Christopher just bought another two percent. He's at fourteen percent now. One more percent and he can force the vote."

"Twenty to twenty-four, you two. So if you get one more point, you've got it." We always play to twenty-five, and baskets always count as one point, no matter where they're shot from. Makes us work harder for it, which conditions us better. "Your ball." He bounces it to me. I palm it, bouncing it back and forth and then between my legs, plotting my next move. If there's anything these pick-up games of basketball have taught me, it's to be patient. When I first started, people would score on me all the time, or I'd miss every shot I threw up because I didn't wait for the right opportunity to present itself. No doubt it helped me in this Tatum situation. My eyes take in everything around me, c