Rukawa Slam Dunk Novels & Stories

He just dominated. ​Swish. A flawless three-pointer from the logo. ​Slam. A vicious dunk that made the entire backboard groan in protest. ​"Oh my god," Maya squealed, digging her nails into my arm. "He just broke your brother’s ankles! Elara, look! You have to catch this guy’s attention. Maybe you should 'accidentally' trip and fall into his path when he walks off? Or wait—better idea! Walk up and ask if he needs help holding his water because his muscles must be so tired from carrying the whole team!"

Tell someone my biggest secret and do something completely reckless. 13. Do something crazy in public. I’ve decided to break it down—one month, one list. Four months, four lists. It feels more manageable that way. My plans are definitely gonna change. I know it. “Shit,” I curse under my breath as the buzzer blares again. The other team scores. Again. It’s five to two now. Not good. I watch Kade punch the air in frustration before skating hard toward the bench. He snatches a water bottle from one of the medics during the timeout, his expression dark.

"Thank you!" Secretary Carmen waved to Clara and went off. Clara saw her get into the official car and the driver led the car away. She closed the door behind her and opened the employment letter, her name was written boldly on it as a registered employee of CRUZ enterprise. Clara couldn't contain the excitement, so she called Ella who was still at work. "It's here!" Clara said. "What's here?" Ella asked. "My employment letter, it's here!" "Oh, my sweet potatoes! I will be home in some minutes' time. So wait for me!" Ella said and cut the call.

I clenched my jaws. Zack dribbled two players and passed the ball to a teammate. The teammate gave him back the ball, and he jumped up, trying to make a three-pointer. The ball looked to be going into the basket but was grabbed by Solomon. He landed with the ball and smiled. He threw the ball toward the end of the court and picked out his teammate. His teammate collected the ball and performed a slam dunk.

I suddenly saw my reflection in his arrogant eyes as nothing but a pitiful, stray mongrel he decided to give his leftover scraps to. Then, without further thought, he shoved me toward the door, meaning to tell me to get a cab back home instead. Just then, Eva suddenly ran over to us. "Mr. Garner! Ms. Castro—" While running toward me, she deliberately "failed" to stop herself and crashed right into me. A split second later, I felt her forcefully push me off the stairs so that I'd tumble all the way down to the ground. I bumped myself into several steps and even scraped and cut myself on them. Finally, I tumbled and landed with a heavy plop into a roadside ditch.

"Only when you such at landing." Rolling my eyes, I skate back to the start of the rink. One more, no mistakes. I set up for a triple Lutz, picking up speed.

Ruck me, maul me, make me scrum, is emblazoned on the front and it's my lucky shirt that hasn't seen much luck lately, at least not the lady kind. The Slam as a team, in general, has seen a lot of luck lately. A few sweet endorsement deals have helped pay the mortgage on the facility, and we're in a good place for another season. A few days ago I finished filming a commercial, so my now-swelling hands won't be a problem. It will fade before the next deal. The swelling in my dick will be a problem if I don't take care of it soon. Holding up a can of shaving cream with a hard dick won't go over well with our endorsers. Three months without a woman, and I'm in bad shape. I haven't done the dick

"Give the guy some credit, Ava. He’s not just a pretty face and a leather jacket." I watched as Kai stole the ball, a blur of motion that left the rival team’s point guard stumbling. He didn't just run; he flew toward the basket, his muscles tensing before he launched into a slam dunk that brought the entire student section to its feet. The sound was deafening, a primitive celebration of raw talent and power.

However, it was useless, and he was quickly pushed under the basket. Max jumped up forcibly, grabbed the ball with his right hand, and dunked the ball. He was about to dunk with Patrick between him and the basket. “Good shot!” Leo yelled. This shot was definitely in the bag. Gorilla Max was second to none in South River University in terms of being an overlord under the basket. Just as Max was about to dunk the basketball, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him and slapped the ball out of his hand. Slap! The ball flew out.

*SLAM! In order to seal off the movement of a man who seemed to be invincible, the girl shot the fallen Drew with compressed air, burying him part by part at an insane speed. *BAM!* *CRASH!* *BANG!* *BANG!* … Ravyn removes her finger from the trigger when she realizes that the target’s body was completely stuck lying on the ground. "It’s time you told me about Donkey, muscled daddy."