A Mixup At The Pool Table Novels & Stories

“Darn it! A behind-the-back shot! She can do that too?” “Can she really make such a difficult move?” “I think she is just showing off. There is no way she can pull that off.” Jay was already feeling anxious. Her jealousy was almost blowing off the roof. Watching as Emmy was about to perform the tricky move, Jay spitefully spat, “Emmy, you can stop with your dramas now. This pose is cool, but it is not something that any Tom, Dick, and Jerry could…” Before Jay finished her sentence, she saw Emmy’s hand push the pool cue. The white ball flew out and it accurately hit the yellow ball. The yellow ball forcefully hit the bottom of the pool table and fell into the pocket with a “thud!”

I nodded, smiling as he headed toward the bar while I made my way to the pool table. We had played four games so far, with him winning the first and third, and I taking the other two. This final game would decide who would come out on top tonight. With that enticing thought in mind, I arranged the fifteen balls in the triangle rack and began practicing my aim on the long table. "Hello there, beautiful," an unfamiliar voice suddenly intruded into my personal space, accompanied by the unpleasant odor of foul breath that couldn't solely be attributed to a few drinks.

Jordan scratched the back of his head. I stared blankly at him - once, twice. Then I burst into fits of laughter. It was so long, I just couldn't stop it. Jordan stood still, his face serious. "What? You think I'm joking?" "I meannnn" It was already weird that I had to go through Mishap curse and now I was dead? What kind of sick joke was that? "Yeah, I knew you wouldn't believe." He shrugged. "You see, we were shot and then we drowned into the pool and tada, we just appeared here. I think Angel Gabriel is outside but ...."

I pad down the hall and towards the sound. I see a pool table, with a few coloured balls dotting it. Two people were standing around its edge. One was a girl, sandy blond hair falling down her back and the other was a guy, also with blond hair. "Sorry babe, but you're going down," he laughs and taps the white ball with the stick. "No, no! That's impossible.' The girl groans as the white ball shoots around, hitting two edges then taps a green ball which rolls into a whole.

He enters his car and drives off to her place knowing full well that another person was likely to answer the doorbell but wanted to use his drunk state as an excuse. On the first ring, the door swings open to reveal the face of the person that keeps messing with his mind lately. Just for this night, he wanted to believe Anna Davenport was his ex, Hannah McCall but before he could utter any word, he found himself vomiting on the figure in front of him as he remembers the look of dread in those hazel eyes before passing out.

Before I could reply to her, she trips, and the crimson liquid splatters onto my pristine white dress, forming an unsightly stain that spreads across the delicate fabric. Time seems to stand still as my gaze fixes on the vivid contrast of red against white. Mia quickly apologizes for her clumsy accident, expressing her regret for the unfortunate outcome. "Let me take you to the bathroom. Come with me." I am still puzzled, not sure whether it is an accident or intentional. I nod in a trance and follow her. As we navigate through the bustling atmosphere, we find ourselves crossing a picturesque pool, its sparkling surface reflecting the light around it. Little did I anticipate the treachery th

— Pool is a game where there's a table and a certain set of balls on top, and you have to hit them into holes until you hit the black one and win. 'Yeah, that was the worst snooker explanation I've ever heard,' Silas says sarcastically as we head downstairs. Trey appears at the bottom of the stairs with a big smile and a bowl of food. “I brought snacks for pool night,” he says. “Someone's using wolf hearing,” Henderson jokes, ruffling Trey's hair before he bolts, and I can hear his chuckle as he runs into the living room. It almost feels like a completely normal thing, even when Valentine comes out of the kitchen and stomps into the living room, holding a piece of paper in the air.

Jason replied, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. "Excuse me?" I froze, eyes widening in shock. Jared brushed it off with a wave. "Relax, it's euros. Let's go. Over there's a mahjong table, and next to it, a crowded poker table. I'm betting the prize pool's huge. I'll pick you up when something goes wrong." Euros didn't make a difference. When something go wrong? Do I have any more luck buffers? You have no luck boosters left.

It was too close to our rival’s stadium, the Daciana Devils. I grabbed the keys to Evyn’s truck from the dashboard and stuffed them in my pocket. I marched into the restaurant expecting to find at least a dozen people inside instead it was practically empty. The tables had been pushed aside, and a huge pool table had been pulled into the centre. My jaw clenched when I settled on the four people playing pool. Evyn flipped her hair as she spoke to a random guy I’d never seen before, nor would I remember later. Odessa laughed from the other side of the table.

Anne rubbed her teary eyes and agreed. She arrived at the club. Then, she was taken to the pool room. Tommy was the only one in the pool room. The top half of his body was pressed against the pool table. His entire figure was elongated and the outline was sexy. He was aiming at the white ball with the stick in his hand, then with a clack, three balls were pocketed. Good play. Tommy turned his head back and looked at Anne. "Do you want to play?" "I don't know how." Anne walked over and looked at all the balls scattered all over the pool table.