Future Card Buddyfight 100 Novels & Stories

"Did you even give me the ticket? How could I have swapped your ticket out if I never touched it? Oh, right. You did say that we'll go our separate ways yesterday. Don't worry. I'll stick to that." I hung up, then immediately blocked her on every possible channel. Of course, Beatrice wasn't about to give up so easily. She called again from several new numbers. I eventually got fed up and just switched my phone off altogether. Benedict had overheard the call and was left puzzled. "Honey, didn't you say that the ticket won you 50 million dollars in your previous life? Why didn't she win anything… in this one?" I pressed my lips together, then pulled a slightly crumpled lottery ticket from my p

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

Prove you’re still the one who calls the shots. My thumb moved before I could stop it. I opened Mick. Tommy — you in? No crap, I thought. My fingers typed faster than my thoughts. Mick. Need a favor. Fight just went live. Big odds. No float. Can you front me? I’ll clear as soon as the payout hits. I’ve always paid. The blue bubble slid across the screen. I stared at it like a verdict. Mick’s reply came almost immediately. You always pay, yeah. You’re good for it. How much we talking?

And it was going come back and bite him in his ass. Someone help me out my dumb stupid self, please. Sorin pleaded mentally. Sorin's mobile pinged indicating he had a message and it woke him up from his self depreciating thoughts. Removing the phone from his pocket he saw his screen light up with the message Where are you? from Maceo. I am going to the ring to fight Sorin typed back. Why? I thought you didn't have any fights for today? Maceo replied. Just want to Sorin again replied.

My adrenaline was sky-high, and I was pissed that I’d turned my back on the fourth guy. “Hey, I’m Whitman,” one of the fighters said, and sat on a chair in the corner. I turned toward him and held my hand out. “Kai.” We shook hands, and he smiled. “Who are you up against?” he asked me, as I placed my phone and wallet in the locker. “Some guy named Falcon,” I said. “And you?” “Falcon?” he asked me, with big eyes. “Do you know him?” “He’s some crazy guy from Montana. He’s been overseas and hasn’t lost a fight yet,” he said, and I smiled.

She nodded, but her hands gripped the edge of the blanket. I ruffled her hair before heading out. — Kade sent the details a little after noon. The fight was set for 7pm. Underground ring, downtown warehouse. High stakes. Bigger payout. You better win. That was all he texted. I would. I had to. By the time I got to school, I was running on fumes. I kept my head down, avoiding attention. I wasn’t in the mood for Aria’s nagging or Cameron’s death stares.

"Sure, that sounds cute. But I'm SO busy with work and I..." "There's a wedding in a few weeks. One of our goalies, Andrew Friedrich, he's getting married to his high school girlfriend. They sent Bram an invite but it must've gotten lost in the mail or something," he continues, talking very fast. He looks like a man with a plan. A plan Bram is not into, "But if you give me your number, I'll tell one of the girls to add you to their group chat and then they can tell you all the details and stuff. So you can both go."

He heard Mandy scream and a loud crashing sound before the sound of footsteps surrounding him. Cracking open an eyelid, Zen saw four figures standing in front of him like angels descended from heaven. Mandy’s dying scream in the background reminded him they were closer to devils than angels. “Woohoo!” the blonde sniper cheered. “Four minutes and fifty-eight seconds! We almost didn’t make it.” While Sasha and Oritha goofed around in celebration, Akiko and Liu Feng checked their rewards. Zen looked at his tier-two card and decided to keep it. Nobody else had any use for a battle NPC.

"Boss, I'd like to buy a lottery ticket!" My best friend, Shayla Lane, ran past me and dashed into the lottery shop. When she breathlessly shouted out that string of numbers I knew by heart, I instantly knew she had been reborn too. After she got her hands on that lottery ticket, Shayla spun around and shot me a triumphant look. "Sorry, Bella, but this lottery ticket is mine." I, Bella Knight, didn't seem to care. "I wasn't planning on getting one, anyway."

“Every time you fuck someone, you can get them to initial this.” He hands me a small card that looks like one of those things you get at coffee shops where if you buy 10 coffees, you get the 10th free. “Like I said, you’ll get your ten dollars back either way. But if you complete your challenge, you’ll be entered in a draw for a new car. Between you and me, the odds are pretty decent. We haven’t had many people enter so far.” I wouldn’t mind a new car. “Have fun,” the man says as he raises his hand and disappears into the crowd.