Future Card Buddyfight Hundred Novels & Stories

I wanted to buy a new phone by Friday hopefully I could maintain my old number. “I’m not dumb enough to bet my tips,” I said. “Neither am I. My ex-boyfriend’s busted scooters in my garage. I have that,” Marley said. “I’ll take it!” Hector said. Marley laughed maniacally. “Ten bucks and that’s as high as I’ll go.” “I’ll take your ten bucks, deal,” Wren said. I dealt the cards I wasn’t confident in my cards. I hope I hadn’t just given away ten bucks.

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.

Clay passed the white-jade card to Leonard as he greedily spoke. “He must have gone mad when I snatched this from right under his nose. Poof! Five hundred points, gone, just like that for him. “Hmph! This card shows that the opponent was an Agility level fighter. Plus Zephyr is only a Strength level fighter, he was no match for the bandit. He would have died if you didn’t intervene,” said Leonard coldly. It was obvious he had no idea just how truly powerful Zephyr was.

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.

I sighed, "Chill, it's only Frank." "How do you know?" she asked. "Cause I know," I said, rolling my eyes. I knew the car as I knew the back of my palm, the driver has been my bodyguard for three months, three months of ecstasy and sorrow. "Cam, can you move a little bit faster?" "Our...looks like someone is in the mood for an adventure." "Drive Cam." ***

Two of them went to fold, another two gave it a bet and three of them including Hugo took a call. "Fifty thousand." The guy at the right moved his chips to the pot. "Oh, you play cheap for a businessman. How about you Mr. Lefebvre?" The other one from in front of Hugo reacted. "I'm a risk taker, so I'll raise a hundred and fifty," Hugo replied as I whispered through his ears wanting to know his cards. He whispered back and I started reading their faces. "I'll call." The same man replied and the distributor continued to place the first three cards on the table.

Except the guys smell of rotten rouge. Buddy guy starts walking up to me with a smirk on his face. He doesn’t look slightly scared walking straight up to me as if I’m not even capable of fighting with him. As soon as he gets close enough I quickly drop a series of small jabs to his abdomen, causing him to lose the air in his lungs. Without wasting a second I jump kicked him right in the face causing him to fall hard to the ground. Blood spurts out of his nose and mouth “You little bitch!” He yells at me, spitting angrily.

Right then, I furrowed my brows and snapped impatiently, "I'm starting to doubt that you'd even won that 50 million dollars. Are you here to cause trouble? If you can't afford it, then stop wasting everyone's time and get lost!" Aaron's eyes reddened in fury. "That's utter nonsense! Shay had definitely won the 50 million dollars. She just hasn't received the money yet." I waved at them. "If that's the case, then get lost for now. I'll take this unit." Hearing that, both of them panicked visibly. Shayla gritted her teeth and quickly spoke up. "This unit is mine. I'll get a bank loan right now for the deposit!"

“As per usual, Nameless belongs to team Red. Bets for this fight would start at fifty golden coins-“ A simultaneous roar of boos and groans were heard from all around. The man chuckles, tapping on the microphone again to get everyone’s attention. “I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot. Yet, you have to admit, it’s going to be worth every single coin! Had Nameless ever given you a show that isn’t amazing? As I was saying, bets would start at fifty golden coins. Approach the nearest Marshall, for new bettors – they’re the people wearing black arm bands and give them your coins and place your bets.”

It was at that moment that Hercules took out the cards with the numbers of the students he had registered and shared it to them. “164.” Freya muttered before sticking the card into her pocket. “I'm 162. Not that you care.” Marinette, who was beside her, said, slipping it into her pocket as well. Freya was about to say something when the TV placed in the tent switched on with the live broadcast of what was happening outside. The referee for the combat was none other than Lain Bennett. “Isn't it an insult to a beta to be a referee in a combat tournament? What happened to the gammas?” Freya didn't know when she mused.