Fullhouse Novels & Stories

I asked. "Why not?" His tone was somewhat challenging. I fanned out my cards and tried to keep my face even, blank. "Do you want to trade any cards?" "One." I slid him a card then traded one as well. I couldn't help but smile when it gave me a full house. He laid down a royal flush and my smile was immediately gone. Why luck is not on my side today?

A lot of men wouldn't be as considerate about overwhelming us. They waved the driver off and they escorted us inside the main living area of the Club House. The room was very open, with pool tables, and dart boards along with bar-height seating along the left. The right side had an enormous bar lined with stools, couches and lounge chairs, with a massive TV in the middle.

"Oh my, are we sure?" The other four responded with a sure nod. Then, it was finally time for them to open their hands. Heath got one high card. A diamond ace and the others were just trash cards. He placed one coin for his bet just to save a bit of his pride. Heinrich got a decent three-of-a-kind, but he knew someone else might get even better cards. Ezekiel, on the other hand, got a full house. He was confident enough in his cards.

No, it was still shit. Regina stared at him for the longest time trying to figure what he had. Bill was impassive, still playing with my pussy, not even paying attention to her stares. I was nearly ready to climax from his fingering. "Fuck, I'm out," she muttered, tossing in her cards. Bill looked at Master. "I'll call," he said, tossing in fifty, leaving him with five dollars. "What do you have," Bill said, "a full house or did you get the four of a kind?"

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

His eyes widened and murmured. "I had to accept that the heavens won't give me to you." He announced we must reveal our cards now. I accepted it. First was his card. He had a straight because he had 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 cards. "Please reveal yours." Ten of hearts, Ten of diamonds, Ten of spades, Nine of hearts, Nine of diamonds, which meant... "A full house. Congratulations, you didn't have to marry a jerk like me."

**CATHERINE** Unfortunately for me I couldn't come up with anything as a result of the continuous knock on the glass window that never seems to end. With the side of my left eye I could see that the intruder is a man wearing something that looks like a gray suit. He must be one of those good for nothing looking for naive women to mess around with. Sorry to burst your bubble sweetheart, this fine wine has no time for cheap men like you. Out of frustration I wined my glass down, enough for the intruder to hear me clearly

I sighed in relief when the cashier spoke, "3,510 serrr." He got his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out 3,510 pesos. The cashier opened her palm and was about to touch Neal's hand when he dropped the money. The ten-peso fell to the floor, causing the cashier to pick it up embarrassingly. "Sorry serrr." She said. As usual, nothing came out of him but it's evident in his face that he is getting impatient thus, the woman fastened her pace. "I receive 3,510." She muttered quickly.

Walking past the cubicles, nodding to my fellow co-workers I turned around sharply at the sound of my name. “Mckayla! Hey! Over Here!” Ted called, sliding out of his cubicle, his hair a ruffled mess, a football in one hand. My eyebrows furrowed, walking towards him, “weren’t you over there?” I asked, pointing to the elevator doors, leaning against the table. He grinned, “Ha. Ha, I get it, “ he chuckled, placing the football on the desk, “because I’m not a full time member of the close up, so technically I don’t belong here?“ he asked

In the end, the beast who builds the strongest pack of five, blending their hidden skin with three from the center, claims the mountain. A straight flush is the fiercest pack on the table, followed by four-of-a-kind, and then a normal flush. Eustace has faced she-wolves on the card-tables before, but his nose has never smelled a female win. This little runway model is being far too brave for her own skin. The dealer-wolf shuffles, his claws sliding the hidden skins across the wood. Looking down at my paws, my hand holds the Ace of Spades and the Jack of Hearts.