Fullhouse Novels & Stories

A week after, Jimmy and Lord Nylian were having breakfast alone. The table was silent, only the sound of the juice glasses and cutlery setting on the marble table could be heard. The Duke was reading Dreamy Day, the number one newspaper in the kingdom. The writers and editors made sure to include all the things that happen daily in Fantasia, such as the next game of Golden Basket; it's the same concept as the regular Basketball game on Earth, except that it's played in the air. The players are mostly fairies or creatures that have wings. They must pass a kind of silver balloon and throw it on the golden basket that floated peacefully in the air.

His hands stretched on the entire chair, making it look small and he just sat there watching TV like he's been here a hundred times. Like he lives here…which he does and I keep forgetting because every time I see him, I see a rival! An enemy! A goddamn threat but right now, all I see is his glorious skin. Dark, smooth and spotless, with muscles in places I didn't know muscles could be and those grey sweats hanging for their lives low on his hips. This should be illegal. "Welcome home," he spoke like he was hiding a smile, without looking away from the TV.

Again. Final round. ‘You’ve had a good run, secretary,’ he drawled. ‘But this is where the big boys finish up. All in.’ I matched the bet without flinching. ‘I think,’ I murmured, ‘I’ll just have a call here.’ Grossman flipped his cards with a flourish, revealing a king-high straight. ‘You lose, darling. See, that’s how it’s done.’ I turned over my cards. The croupier announced, ‘Full House. All chips to the lady.’

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."

I said, throwing down another card. "We’ll see about that." He shot back. The final moment came and Le Bronx revealed his cards, his smirk returning. "Full house." He declared, leaning back in his chair. I said nothing, merely laying down my cards one by one. A straight flush. Claps erupted around the table, but I barely heard them. My eyes were on Le Bronx, whose smirk had vanished, replaced by something akin to grudging respect. "Still as competitive as ever." He said, forcing a smile. "So tell me... What do you want?"

another chimed in. "I... I'll double," he said finally, his voice barely audible over the clamor of the casino. The other players exchanged gleeful glances, their smirks turning predatory. One by one, they matched his bet, the stack of chips growing alarmingly high. The dealer dealt the final cards, and the tension at the table was palpable. Martin's hands shook as he slowly revealed his hand—a full house, queens over tens. For a moment, a flicker of hope danced in his eyes. But it was short-lived.

What game was he playing with this question? "Eleven. Excellent," Pete acknowledged with a solemn nod, a flicker of reminiscence dancing in his eyes. "I recall you then—a waif-like thief with sparks in your gaze. You hadn't realized your full potential, but I glimpsed it. I sensed your capacity for greatness, so I took you under my wing. I nourished you, bestowed upon you wealth, bestowed upon you purpose."

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What the hell did he have in his hand? “I’m all in,” I said, throwing the rest of my money into the middle. Dixon took a deep breath. “Me too,” he added. Sage flipped the last card, and I almost laughed out loud. The last card was an Ace. One was already revealed earlier. Dixon smirked and laid his cards down. “Straight,” he smirked at Jarren. “Beat that.” “I plan on it,” Jarren stated simply. He laid his cards down. “Full House.” He reached over to grab the money. I hit his hand.

I think they are sure of their victory. "Open the card," shouted one of their opponents. "Open your card!" Jeff ordered the mafia boss. "You first," he replied calmly. "Alright!" "Wow!" the players exclaimed when they saw his card. Even they are confident that Jeff is the winner because his cards are king full houses. "It's your turn. Open your card!" he ordered the mafia boss again. "Why don't you open it?" he asked my ex-husband again. "Sure!" Jeff responded with a smile, and he opened the last card of the mafia boss.