Future Card Buddyfight 100 Novels & Stories

My card is Nine of hearts, two of diamonds, and five of hearts while his card is nine of spades and 9 of diamonds for a total of 18 mine is 16. "Loser! what a great game, let's play again." He said while laughing, happy yellow hair hmm... I'll make you a chick. "Let's play again, I'll bet 500 million euros." I said with a death glare, he was still laughing at me while staring tsk, he knew that I was a fool. "Wow! That's what I like kid." He said and it was really surprising but me I'm so irritated right now. "I bet 500 million euros also for this." He added with a full confidence and puffed on his tabacco again, okay 500 million huh?! Wish me luck, be merciful to heaven.

Because I realized that I wanted to see another PERSON besides the people of the city who knew like me what October 16 of this month meant. -Suyakie is for Saturday 16th of this month your first fight. You have a week left to prepare. he said to me that afternoon while eating a burrito. I faltered. -L..... 16? He looked up at me as if analyzing me. -Well yeah if you have something planned you cancel! I had to go out of my way to get you to fight and find you an opponent with a reputation. ...it must be said that no one wants to bang a 15 year old kid....

He would prove to Tuan Watson that he was serious about marrying her. Once he reached the basement, Bastian got on his motorcycle and sped off toward the fight arena in the warehouse near the harbor. When he arrived, the crowd had already filled the area around the ring. Near the partitioned locker room, the Blackfist crew sat on a bench. Bastian’s face brightened when he saw Anthony there. “Hey, you came,” Bastian said. Anthony nodded awkwardly, trying to hide his suspicion and act casual. “No way I’d miss my own buddy’s fight, right?” Anthony chuckled. “It’s good to have you back.”

Yrah looked too. He ran a hand through his military-style short hair and gave her a serious look. “In the underground block, there’s an arena they call the Battleground. That’s where the cockfight happens… only not between roosters but a few select inmates. Do you watch UFC? Well, it’s like that, but no holds barred and bloodier. The fights take place on Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. Saturday is when the big night happens.” He swallowed and scratched his neck. “I’m sorry for all the scratching. I get itchy when I’m nervous, At—doktora.” The guy had been about to call her older sister, reminding Yrah again that he was just a kid. “It’s okay.”

Failure to pay would greatly affect the reputation of the casino. As he had hoped, Qin Haodong once again placed all that he had won, the 100 million US dollars, on Chen Fugui. It wasn't until that moment that Ruan Chengfa was relieved, as he sneered at the figure on the big screen, "Brat, you should spit out the same way you eat." Ten minutes later, the betting time was over and the fight began once more. In the ring, Chen Fugui glanced at Anthony and said, "At least you are better than those losers. Make your move."

“And for the record, this is far from the best idea I’ve ever had. Can we say reactive nanomesh substrate? I won awards for that!” “Alright, fine. Top ten, easily. No way it ranks lower than that.” Szereth chuckled at his friend. “I’m glad you’re happy with all this,” he said. “You insufferable bastard.” Down below on the arena floor, the central platform came back up with a host of new duelists. They greeted the crowd with waves and smiles as their fight cards popped up on the screens above. The crowd cheered and booed with equal ferocity. “Since Freya keeps winning,” said Doleth, “her odds keep falling. What was the last one? 23 to 1?”

By kissing my pinky ring, Mia has openly displayed her loyalty and devotion to me and everyone else surrounding us, surprising the hell out of me and my men. The urge to put a bullet in Bryce’s head vanishes abruptly, and I release the fucker, taking my place at Mia’s side, silently vowing to show her the same respect she has given to me. “Very well,” Bryce says through gritted teeth while rubbing his neck, looking like a sore loser, then reaches into his breast pocket, producing a business card. “If you ever need anything, you can reach me through these portals.” I pluck the card out of his grasp before Mia and I examine it. “She won’t need anything from you.” I sneer, passing Mia the card.

I yanked my phone from my pocket and called a number I hadn’t used in months. "Get me a ticket," I ordered and hung up before they could ask questions. I turned the car around and headed for the one place where I could shut everything out. The underground fight den was already alive with noise and neon when I arrived. Someone tossed a ticket at me the moment I stepped into the dark alley. "Didn’t think you’d show tonight," Blake said, raising an eyebrow. "Surprise," I muttered, brushing past him. My opponent was already in the ring. A beast of a man with a body like a wall and hair so short it looked painted on. They called him Demon. Fitting.

The urge to slide my shoes off is insane, but I have zero energy to reach down and unbuckle them. “Anytime. See you at Saturday’s fight, man.” The male ducks and dives, throwing a couple of mock air punches with a smile, trying hard to impress Arry and getting all jocular and best buddy. I resist the urge to eye roll, now nestled in my seat away from his caring hands and slide down the leather to try and just calm the side to side waves going on around me. “My money is already on you, Bruv’. Tornado Carrero is a sure thing! I saw you at your last and you were on top form, that right hook is deadly.”

“Yep. My 'boyfriend' doesn’t have a dick, he just likes to watch. You’re not gonna get anywhere with him, so… see ya.” The guy scoffed, muttered something under his breath, and stalked off. Mac chuckled into his free drink, clearly entertained, while Lukas drank deep, flicking his gaze to the doc. Aiden looked like he was enjoying the whole exchange a little too much. Lukas winked at him, already looking forward to another blow job later. Mac leaned forward, lowering his voice once the stranger had gone. “So, Stormriders versus the Reapers tomorrow.” Lukas tilted his head back against the booth, sighing. “Sounds fun... Just play it safe. Save it for the playoffs.”