Future Card Buddyfight 100 Novels & Stories

“You’re bluffing.” “Try me.” I licked my lips. “Unless you’re scared.” The guys around the table watch us with amusement, and my fighting talk got an ‘oooh’ out of someone. “Scared? Not of you, Bambi.” I ignored the old pet name and tilted my head. “Show your hand.” Slowly, he flipped the cards and spreaded them across the table in front of us. “Full house.” “Ooooh,” came from the guys who all folded.

He picked up his mobile with a smile but froze when he saw the number calling him. Mike Tyndall. He had completely forgotten about him in the last two months. Two months were about to get over and it was time for his upcoming fight. Reluctantly he picked up the call. "Yes, Mike, " he said, his heart beating fast out of nervousness. "Be there at the club office tomorrow at 7 o'clock in the evening. We'll discuss your upcoming fight scheduled for this Saturday," said Mike. "I want proof of the debt and how much more I have to pay first, Mike, " he said. He would stick to what he said come what may.

He looked me up and down, his nostrils flaring. “My man, been a long time since your ass was last here,” he said, his accent thick and Spanish. “What happened?” “I need to fight.” “Obviously.” He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag. “How many rounds?” “As many as I can get.” His eyebrows rose. “That bad, huh?” He exhaled smoke through his nose. “You’re gonna pay for each match upfront. Two grand per fight.” I pulled out my credit card. “Done.”

It wasn’t a perfect shot, but it would significantly increase our chances of winning. “You’ll lose either way, Achilles. My mafia is ten times stronger than yours. And I’m a better leader than you.” She said, slightly rageful at the comment. “Then you must have no problem in this fight,” I said, “Choose a location and a date. I want this fight to be fair, with each of our men getting enough time to prepare.” “This friday. In the abandoned town of Bodie, California.” “Fine. I guess we’ll finally fight, Anna.”

I took a deep breath. "FIFA 2020" "Can I play? I bet I can beat you," she said pointing a finger at me. I scoffed. "Sweetheart, this game is for men." "I play with Russell all the time, and I always win" "Because he let you" "Well, if you're not afraid of being a loser, play against me. If I win, you give me a hundred dollars cash. If you win-" "I'll give two hundred dollars if you beat me. If I beat you, you'll wash the royal feet with your favorite shirt for a whole month, and massages"

the announcer bellowed. Liam was already stepping out of the ring. Backstage, a thick stack of cash was pressed into his hands. “Ten thousand,” the man said quietly. “Another fight next week. Staples Center. Bigger crowd. Bigger payout.” Liam pulled on his long-sleeved T-shirt, not bothering to count the money. “I’ll consider it.” He walked away without looking back. Because fighting wasn’t the problem. Keeping the beast inside him under control—that was.

And Matt waits for the arena to be quiet again. “The two fighters are, by the way, good friends, and say the fight can go both ways. The first fighter is Alpha Carter of the Dark Forest Pack and Alpha Kai of the Blue Moon pack. They are both strong and also fairly new Alphas, so very impressive both of you. During this battle, the rules are a little different, as they are allowed to shift into wolf form. The battle goes on until one either gives up or is knocked out. Enjoy everyone.” Matt says and leaves.

Between her legs, even tucked away, the thick outline of her futa cock was visible, a solid 9 inches when soft and growing fast when hard. She had heard about the Underground Futa Fight Club for months. Win three matches in one night and you walked away with fifty grand and the title of Champion. Lose… and you became the club’s entertainment for the night. Roxy smirked as she laced up her fingerless gloves. “Easy money. These bitches don’t stand a chance against me.” The crowd outside roared as the announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers. “First fight of the night! In the red corner, the undefeated champion, ‘The Crusher’ versus the new challenger, ‘Cocky Roxy’!”

Of course it was the damn triplets. Koda snarls louder. “Idiots.” Before anything else can happen, one of the announcers steps forward with a microphone. “Traci Silver of the Silver Clan Pack versus Bubba DuPont of the Black River Pack.” The crowd instantly roars. And then the fight starts. Bubba swings immediately. No warning. No testing. Just a giant fist flying straight toward Traci. She moves fast. She slips sideways smoothly avoiding the punch completely. The crowd gasps.

Bennett threw down three kings. Dalton had a flush, all spades. Tell showed a straight, ten high. Brandt spread out a full house, aces over jacks, and grinned. “Kitty pay me.” Boos, fuck yous and cards flew. Chase passed out another round of beer. And they settled in to the next game. “So Chase,” Dalton drawled, “which buckle bunny hottie you bangin’ this week?” “Maybe you oughta ask him which buckle bunny he’s runnin’ from this week,” Bennett said slyly.