Wade's Basketball Shoes Novels & Stories

" He said and walked off with Coach Scottsdale, Ryan, and Blake's father. He is my dad's best friend, just like Ben Stephens. They all went to school since elementary school. I started walking to the showers. But I looked behind me I saw Wade and his dad talking. A couple of minutes later... I saw Wade walk through the door. After we all got cleaned up and dressed. He went to the bathroom. I heard the shower start. I saw the look on his face. Something was going down! I felt like something big. We were talking and joking, but down in my gut I knew Wade was going to tell us once he got done with his shower. I heard a phone go off. I saw Wade in the corner of my eye texting someone with quick

He never expected Zac to actually transfer two million into his account. “He gave you two million, and you just stopped?” Lucas asked, clearly skeptical. As far as he knew, Wade wasn’t the type to quit while he was ahead. Wade awkwardly ran a hand over his greasy, slicked-back hair. “I was scared, okay? By then, he had Fiona Shaw backing him. What if he looked into it and found me? I couldn’t afford to go up against him.” After getting the money, Wade used it to start his business. Over the past few years, the business had done well, and he had built a comfortable life for himself.

After my shower, I headed to my lounge and settled into my favorite chair, spreading my legs and ringing the bell beside the seat as I grabbed the phone. I dialed Wade’s number with a huff, “Doll, what’s taking so long?” She appeared mere seconds later carrying a tray covered in my favorite foods, a decanter of whiskey, and an eight-ball glass with a perfect cube of crystal-clear glass. I grinned eyeing the height of her delicate heels. She was wearing my favorite pair in a deep wine color that seemed brighter against her dark skin. Her brown skin glowed golden in the soft light. Her lips were the same deep wine as her shoes. The sexy black fishnet thigh highs were held up by the new delicat

Wander said laughing. "Wander my business are not the same business as yours," "Yes, food for you, I already know the building" he said laughing "Good thing you know, because you are so professional, we don't even know what your real job is" wander just laughed. "Go back to your business don't ask me" kino looked at JV "So?" JV smiled "I found out that the owner of those shoes is from Boston, Those shoes are a gift from her, do you know that I actually came here just to pair with you?" JV laughed.

His eyes zero in on my shoes and immediately widen in horror. “I will admit that I hate salads and appreciate you supporting and encouraging me to eat real food if you explain what the fuck is on your feet!” he exclaims, “To quote a certain Wakandan; WHAT ARE THOSE?!” he cries, gesturing dramatically to my shoes. I glance down at the shoes on my feet, “Don’t you go dissing my sandals,” I say defensively. I love these shoes. They’re open-toed sandals with a large white cushioned platform base, neon yellow detailing, extra padding under the heel and two translucent neon yellow buckles that strap over the top. I think they’re great.

In an instant, he went from the ease of his teammate's camaraderie to the trademark precision shooting that's inspired awe in basketball pundits throughout this tournament. Eyes fastened on the hoop, he knocked down six three-pointers in quick succession. From wrist to bicep, one arm was sheathed in a shooter sleeve, a compression accessory some ballers use to keep their arm warm and increase circulation. I remembered the lesson Adrian gave on basketball terms and plays. A few colorful tattoos painted the other arm, but the most prominent one was on the ball of his shoulder, the number thirty-three. It was his jersey number. He wasn't wearing his jersey yet, and when he tossed the ball back

I grumbled. He grinned. "It's better than running around catching that elongated ball in a field." I glared at Wade. He wasn't the sporty kind of dude; all he ever does is play video games and his favorite, romancing the ladies. That man hoe... "It's called football, Wade," I said through clenched teeth. "Try playing it and you would understand how great contact sport is rather than lying around on your couch playing god knows what on your XBOX." He rolled his eyes. "Right, and I'll get all sweaty and icky. Yeah, very sexy indeed."

We just got here, we little late, we were watching two movies, what do you expect? We saw the guy playing, let me tellyouh, they look good in their tight pants and jersey with their muscle barging out threw they shirts. We were sitting there blushing thinking about them. I know I am thinking about Wade or Matthew, Christian, I mean, Mr. West. I was sitting in the stand,s I saw Wade lining up with a big guy. Oh my! His huge bigger than Wade and others put together. I want to say his at least 6’8. Wow this going to be close game.

I kick his arm and begin to storm away when he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a pair of Luna slides. The most expensive brand of footwear in the whole of North America. “What is this?” “What does it look like?” “You know what I mean. Why are you doing this?” “Because you’re bleeding and your husband is somehow affected by it, which makes you more susceptible to danger. Does that make any sense?” “Hardly.” He heaved a frustrated sigh. “Just take the slides, Jade.” His eyes travel a lazy path down my body. “When I saw you stalk off with that sly charmer, I thought you might need some new shoes. But it turns out…”