Ryota Slam Dunk Novels & Stories

Across their foreheads laid one thick white stripe parallel to the line beneath their eyes. I moved Raya back as the drum circle began. Their steady beat commenced the dance. A few seconds later, Yash's chants accompanied the steady rhythm. The dance started with their feet stomping to the beat of the drums harshly on the ground. Eventually, they would lift their hands to the moon and then back down in front of them. The second their hands came down, they grabbed the fire before them.

Leo then made his way to his seat, feeling disappointed. Jason called out, "Next, please!" Ryan was up next. He had a good rank as a shooter, and he walked confidently towards the mid point. everyone watched closely, encouraging him with loud claps. He warmed up his shoulders before getting a ball, took a deep breath, and took a ball, releasing a high-arching three-pointer. Swish! The ball cleanly dropped through the net. "Nice," someone whistled, and everyone clapped their hands. Jason nodded in acknowledgment and marked his shot point.

“You know I’ve been faithful. Our mate bond would have told you otherwise.” My anger gave way to shame, and I looked away. Jealousy took over me. Besides, I don't think Lyra is that type of person. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I shouldn’t have said that.” Lyra exhaled her own temper cooling. “And I’m sorry for slapping you,” she said quietly. “But you need to calm down, Damien. Don’t make irrational decisions you’ll regret.”

Ryo didn't hurry on his way and contacted Ota to make something for his comeback and to help him prepare the suit to collect his special sweat and specialized drops to get his precious tears. He also bought a condo after getting bored at Reesidex that night, and since the invitation that was sent to him is coming nearer, he needed to make a good show to bring back what he turned his back on before for the sake of friendship and love. "Riyota is finally back." The chaos he created within the house made it easy for Iro to shake suspicion and even easier to sneak in someone vicious who was a friend from the underground. Lark, his trump card.

Ryota could sense Chan's pressure because he was so focused on what he was doing. And because his mind was wandering, he forgot to think about the problems that needed to be solved in front of him, not until he heard a buzz light meant for Chan's score. He clicked his tongue with so much disappointment. It's bad luck for him if he lets him score like this. He then calmed himself down. He only needs one more cookie, while Chan needs to make up for a point Dae lost earlier. "I can do it. All I need to do is answer the next question first."

Diana’s POV “Ah fuck, please baby…” I moaned as Ryan slammed his cock into me. “Take it you dirty slut” Ryan groaned, smacking my ass. My knees nearly buckled, he increased his pace. I screamed as I came, my pussy squirting hard around his cock inside of me, my juices splashing down on the guys balls. He zoomed in the camera he was holding. “Fuck Diana,” he rasped, slamming his dick harder. “Take my cock just like that baby.”

“This is our fight, all of us. We either rise together or fall alone.” Ryu’s form shimmered, shifting between man and beast in a display of primal power that set the earth beneath us trembling. His roar was a challenge hurled into the heart of darkness, a promise that he would tear down any force daring to threaten what little freedom we had clawed back. I mirrored his resolve, stepping beside him, my own aura flaring brighter until I was a beacon of light against the encroaching shadows.

Ryutaro’s carefully cultivated image as the sandbox’s top dog was crumbling before his very eyes. In a fit of rage, Ryutaro unleashed his ultimate move: The "Dinosaur Charge." It was fast, it was furious, and it was completely terrifying to anyone within a 10-foot radius. Takuto, in a desperate bid to avoid being trampled, dodged to the side—but, unfortunately, his long pants betrayed him. With an epic, almost poetic flair, he tripped over his own legs and fell straight into Ryutaro, who, in his own panic, lost control of his attack.

Ryōta had decided to show up and was currently being held back by Hibiki. “I don’t want them on my property!” Ryōta shouted, pointing at Forrest, who was standing protectively in front of Riko. His gaze swung to Darius and me, and he shoved around Hibiki to rush us. “YOU!” he shouted—a terrible move. Darius and I were both ready, but we didn’t have to react. Because without warning, Ryōta was on the ground, and standing over him carrying a sheathed katana was Yūri.

As I try to shake it off, the same player leans in, smirking. “Tell me, Jaxon,” he sneers. “Do you fuck her before or after you fuck her brother?” My heart stops, and that’s when I hear it. The snarl. Not from me, not from their bench. Ryker. He flies across the ice like a storm breaking loose. Before the guy can turn around, Ryker drops him with a single punch, sending his helmet spinning across the rink. The refs are blowing their whistles, trying to break it up, but Ryker’s rage is volcanic.