Future Card Buddyfight Hundred Novels & Stories

The to run out wins. “I still can’t believe you brought a deck of cards. Pair of 5.” Izz said as he put down two cards. “Pair of 8. I always have them in my pocket.” Shim Boon put down his own cards. “Umm, what should I do?” Bran asked while glancing at the others. “Do you have any pairs higher than 8?” Izz asked. “No?” “Then just pass.” “Oh, uhh, pass.” “Pair of queens.” Sir Kop put his cards down.

As I pulled out my weapon, silver fluid went gushing out of him while he slowly fell on the ground. I headed straight to the clearing where Lowan and fake me were having a duel. I found Lowan on full defense mode, so I shouted, "Lowan! She isn't me! I'm the real Cass!" He looked at me, and he seemed in need of more convincing, so I shouted, “Look! I’m wearing a mask. That Cassidy doesn’t have a mask, yet she drew a weapon.” He smiled as if saying, "I won't hold back anymore." It was impressive; the glowing cards flew around Lowan swiftly; from a defensive tornado to a raging storm of cards flinging toward the enemy. Fake me was bleeding mercury-like substance from a lot of different places a

He wasn't familiar, yet a distinct air of formality surrounded him—the kind of person who never stops you by accident. "Marcus Flynn?" he asked in English, with a slight Italian accent. Marcus raised an eyebrow, paused, then turned halfway. "Depends who's asking," he replied. The man produced a metallic-edged business card and handed it over with a single flick of his fingers. "I'm Domenico Valeri. European delegate of the International Professional Boxing Federation. I'm attending the Madrid tournament as an observer." Marcus took the card, slipped it into his pocket without reading. "I'm listening."

Robin said, and I checked the money I received from the club. True to his words, the reward I received today is huge. I received $100 for my normal fights, but this time I received $250 for my fight today. "Fortunately, you joined the club just two months before the competition. I arranged this fight for you to see if you are fit to take this challenge or not. If you are up for it and interested in joining, then I can help you with it," Robin said with a smirk on his face. "How did I perform today according to you?" I asked with an expressionless face.

Every round was at least ten thousand dollars. During the fifth round, the fifth street, Natalie's face-up cards were J, Q, 9, and 10. Jasper's were 10, 8, 2, and 3, while Frederick's were 8, 8, K and K. Stephen folded his cards during the second street, his cards were 8 and K. "Ten thousand dollars," Frederick said. Jasper folded his cards immediately. Natalie glanced at Jasper. Jasper also looked back at her, and his eyes were dark and deep.

The little shit that he was. "Two million five hundred thousand" he raised his card. "Three million" I raise my own card. "Three million five hundred thousand" he raised against me. "Four million" I raised my board wanting to rip him to shreds but keeping my cool. "Four million five hundred thousand" He raised. "Ten million" I raised my card and he raised his too. "Ten million, one hundred thousand"

She looked disturbingly calm, like she hadn’t just knocked three guys down. Alex swallowed hard. She was crazy—he could feel it now. Louis curled to the side, barely conscious, but still aware of the chaos around him. The girl stepped forward. Alex backed away slowly, fear creeping into his eyes as he noticed something stitched on the back of her jacket: #5 MMF. “Shit,” he muttered. She smiled. “More like bitch,” she taunted, stepping closer. “You’re one of the MMF fighters?” he asked, horrified. The MMF—Midnight Match Fighters—was an underground casino where people bet on street brawlers.

Tristan let out a loud, barking laugh, pointing a finger directly at the card. "A prop!" Tristan scoffed, his voice ringing out loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear. "You actually bought a prop!" He looked around the room, his arrogant smirk returning in full force as he tried to rally the crowd back to his side. "Do you see how pathetic this is? A fake black card! You can buy novelty metal cards like that on the internet for fifty bucks. Did you honestly think you could just drop a heavy piece of metal on the table and we'd actually believe you have five million dollars?"

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.”

CHAPTER 5 ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍Important things. ‍‍Regal walked into Fang Fantasy, one of the most popular and elite clubhouse in fang city, The whole place was dimly lighted, with rotating lights, and the whole house was blaring with loud music and dancing vampires. He scanned the room and as expected his friends were nowhere to be found, they definitely were in the elite room and that was usually upstairs, he walked forward flipping his Toyota tortoise car keys, his father had given him the car that year for his sixteenth birthday.