Slam Dunk Kainan Novels & Stories

"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.

M&M’s for Breakfast ~ Naika End Game ~ Cat Burns Shane’s words were on repeat as he drove into me. We were slick with sweat, his smoky scent on me like a second layer of skin as I held on, needy for everything he had to give me. He cursed as I clenched around him. Pleasure danced through me as I twitched around his still-throbbing cock.

Nevaeh, now back on her feet, looked at me with an air of meekness and gently spoke, "Mag, please apologize to everyone. Don't make Dad any angrier. Ignoring her, I picked up a nearby wine glass, swirling its contents as I asked, "Dad, I'll ask you one last time. "Are you certain that your biological daughter, the sole heiress of the Saccone family, is Nevaeh and not me?" My persistence drew mocking laughter from the crowd. Right then, Don puffed out his chest and replied firmly, "Of course! How could I possibly mistake my own daughter?" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the fac

I hear Kain let out a burst of dry laughter and turn to face him with a puzzled glance. “Mister Smith, this type of thing is so common for all of those who work in the limelight, that if you got a single credit for every time it happened, you would be rich within a month,” Kain says, glancing up from his laptop with a smirk plastered all over his face. “She is the first to get up here, but now that I know someone out there has cloned my keycard, I’ll be having Drake fix that issue right away, less all of my past flings will find their way here, and I shall get no peace trying to satisfy them all,” he says, there seems to be a smug proudness on his face which makes me want to leave right here

Tonight was summer slam and like hell we were up for a crazy ride. #############

“You want pretty? Watch ballet.” “Or your sex tape,” Damien chimed in, winking as he tossed his gloves into his duffel. The boys lost it. “Ayeeee!” Avery whooped. “We got the national champ and certified slut!” I rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway. They were loud, messy, and a little stupid. Silverhollow Storm. My brothers. My team. “Seriously,” Damien said, grinning as he sat beside me. “That goal was fucking evil. You see Reyes’s face?”