Full House Gif Novels & Stories

She had three kings, a seven and an eight, so she could make it. Jacky frowned. If this was all an act, then it was a very strange one indeed! When he drew his cards, he found he almost had a full house. Deanna looked around and saw the other two looking very quiet. She didn't care. She said, "I'm going for a full house." The three people on the opposite side were stunned for a moment. They looked at the cards on the table, and then at the cards in their hands. There was already a seven in the discard pile.

The young man burst into laughter, shouting, "Four of a kind! I got four Aces!" He slammed his cards onto the table, his excitement obvious. One of his two hidden cards was also an Ace, making his hand four of a kind. However, his opponents looked devastated. He had been holding a full house, a hand that would have easily won as long as the last card was not an Ace or a King. Unfortunately, luck had not been on his side. "You're the MVP! Here's 2,000 dollars! Thanks, man! And don't worry. I'll make sure to leave you a five-star review."

“If I win, I’m buying that video and playing it for the whole damn room. I bet the rest is even juicier than the preview.” Laughter rippled through the filth. I didn’t even blink. “Show your cards.” We revealed them at the same time. And just like that, it was over. He had a flush—all five cards the same suit. A decent hand. Strong, even. He thought it made him invincible. But I had the full house. The moment the dealer confirmed the win, his smirk dropped like a guillotine. The crowd stilled for half a heartbeat, then erupted again. He sat there stunned, because he’d thought he had it in the bag.

Creighton argued as Derek, Andrew and Irena threw in their hands. “I’ll see your bet and raise you another ten,” Cathy told her, matching the chips with her own. “I’ll call,” Creighton said, tossing the chips onto the growing pile. “Full house,” Cathy said proudly, laying the three tens and the two eights on the table. “Nice try, but my full house beats yours,” Creighton said with a wide smile. “Aces over jacks.” “Well played,” Sandra told her husband, laying her straight flush on the table. “But I still win.”

The crowd around murmured in awe as I raked in pots and his stack shrinked. "Beginner's luck?" he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. I smiled wider. "Or skill." Then for the final hand, I had a full house with a lot queens over jacks. He went all in, confident with his cards. But the river card sealed it and nothing for him. I laid down my cards and gave a victorious as I leaned back in my seat. "I win. Now, off with the shirt, handsome." The crowd cheered, but he stood slowly from his seat, that smirk returning. "I've got something even better." He came over to me and pulled me up before I could react,

Jeff responded with a smile, and he opened the last card of the mafia boss. "What the f*ck!" Jeff cursed when he saw the card. "How did this happen?" He could hardly believe that the mafia boss's card was an ace full house. It was as if he had been hit by ten sacks of sand, and he sat down like a wilted vegetable. "Ow! What a lucky card…" said Mr. Ching, who seemed to admire the mafia boss even more. "Wow! I can't believe it. You're the best!" said the player.

onto the table. At first, I didn’t know what that meant. I looked over at Joshua and he had his face in his hands. I glanced around at Daniel and Oliver and they were busting up laughing. “What? What just happened?” I asked. Joshua was still shaking his head. “Nate won. He had a full house.” I looked down at the cards and then up at Nate. Nate was flashing me his dimpled smile. He scooted back in his chair and patted his lap. “A deal’s a deal sweetheart. Have a seat.”

Better than I thought he had, but still not good enough. Healy was a bit tougher to read, but I was confident in my hand. He fanned his out below him, the pitter-patter of each card along the wood emphasizing his hand. "Flush. Spades," he cockily grinned. I looked at the spread and let out a low whistle. "Not bad, Healy. Not bad at all." He let out a victorious caw and began reaching for the pile of chips. "Woah now, I said not bad," I stopped him. "But I'd say a full house tops that any day." I tossed my three jacks and two sevens onto the table as a strew of curses flew out of their mouths.

A tear slipped from his eyes. Elle sat beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. More tears slipped from his eyes and landed on his lap. Everyone was watching with their breaths held. Derek revealed his cards and smiled when he saw a full house. He dramatically laid three sevens and two fives on the table. Aslan hung his head and broke the silence, “You won, Derek.” Elle gasped and Aslan put his hand on hers.

A pair of twos, maybe, and that was useless. I looked at Silicon Valley. His lips were tight, and his eyes irritated as he stared down moodily at his cards. His excited expression had twisted into a frown. He was probably already thinking about the twenty thousand dollars he’d wagered in the pot. I hid a smile. “Miss Bennet?” Michael, the dealer, said. Stone-faced, I handed in the four of spades. Waited. And got back—A queen. Unbelievable! I forced myself not to react, not even to breathe. It was hard, especially as I looked at the cards in my hand. Three kings and two queens. A full house. It was an almost unbeatable hand.