Point Break Novels & Stories

Henry’s POV The rain hammered against the glass like an angry beating. Inside the dim library, shadows stretched across the carpet, taking the polished wood shelves whole. He stood in the center, holding the old folder as though it might disappear if he blinked. His voice cracked in the silence. “So it’s all been a lie?”

A loud crash came from the living room. I was in my room, grinding away at Olympiad math problems. My hand slipped, and the pen tip drew a long black line across the paper. I knew that sound all too well. Last time, when I was washing dishes, I accidentally broke a cheap white plate. My dad, Gary Mills, deducted 50 points. The reason: carelessness and damaging public property. 50 points. I would have to get five perfect scores in exams or wash 50 dishes to earn that back.

I sat on the sofa and watched them. "A." Introduction by Wright. There are five drawings on the paper and the only clue is things. Reid nodded and cut the 'S'. "E.," said Eugene. Reid cut the 'U'. "'Don't just guess, you're always wrong, eh," Wright said angrily to Eugene. "You too," Eugene said back. "Come on," Reid said laughingly. He was unaware of the tension around him. "First to score three points." You have to start with vowels for it to be easy. I don't have any plan o participate, my honour depends on it.

With each successful attempt, the crowd’s murmurs grew louder, anticipation mounting. Finally, Noah reached his last ball. He lined up the shot, his posture radiating triumph. “This is it,” he said, looking straight at Ben. “Time to break your record.” Ben’s gaze stayed fixed on Noah, unreadable yet sharp, a faint trace of mockery flashing in his eyes. Noah swung his club. The ball flew gracefully, drawing a perfect arc in the air before landing near the hole. It circled the edge tantalizingly. Jamie held her breath, and even Noah’s smirk deepened with satisfaction, until the ball stopped short. It didn’t fall in.

Turn your butt back to his uncle. Occasionally, use a small fist to punch the doorknob. Inside, there was a knock on the door. Not only was the boy startled, but his feet take a step back. Even the man was equally surprised. He turns around to talk to the little boy. “Women, taking a bath takes an hour at least. But it's not fast, please wait. He reaches out and holds his watch in front of the child. Point to the long needle. As long as the needle goes to this number. She will come out.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

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Adrian POV The ball spirals through the air, perfect trajectory, and I'm exactly where I need to be. My hands close around nothing. The ball bounces off my chest and hits the turf. "Cross!" Coach Rowan's voice booms across the field. "That's three in a row. What the hell is wrong with you?" I jog back to the line without answering. My hands are fine. My positioning is fine. Everything is technically correct. Except I can't focus for more than five seconds without seeing Jules' face.

It was just me, Logan, and that target. “Last shot,” Logan whispered, steady as always. His hand brushed mine, a silent reminder he was right there. “Let’s make it count.” I swallowed hard. Make it count. The busser blared. The world snapped into motion. Arrows tore again. My heart leapt into my throat as the board blinked… Us: 8 points. Alpha Zain: 5 points. For a second, I didn’t believe it. My breath stuck halfway in my throat.

He was breaking the rules he had made himself. The score was 155-157 now, and it was almost the end of the last quarter. Our opponent stood outside the circle and attempted a throw pointer. It got into the net. I clenched my teeth. I made a run into their half, and Solomon sighted me. He threw the ball at me, and I caught it. I turned sharply, jumped, and smashed the ball into the basket. 157-157.