Future Card Buddyfight Hundred Novels & Stories

The follower beside him said impatiently, “Boss, let’s stop the nonsense and just kill him.” Lame Fred turned his head, glared at him, and said, “Brainless fool! Haven’t you heard that this kid has a card with a balance of 100 billion?! If we can get our hands on it, we won’t have to fight and kill for the rest of our lives!”

"Not if we play the cards nicely." Shantal insinuated with a lopsided grin. "What are you sniggering about? This is no time to joke, Shantal and besides, what card exactly are we talking about?" "The victim card, I mean." "What are you planning." "Just trust me on this, cous."

He smiled at me and I had to remember to breathe. “You’re a fast learner.” He complimented. “Thanks.” I murmured,shyly. Wanting to hang out with him, I suggested. “Let’s play. I’m sure I can beat you now.” He scoffed. “You learnt how to play dart few seconds ago and you think you can beat me at it?” I nodded. “We’ll see.” I inhaled and slowly threw the next dart. It hit the bull’s eye. I threw the last one and it landed on the triple section under twenty.

Chloe pushes, "With your boyfriend?" The way Bram's eyes widen at the word like he's freaking out makes me freak out in response. I truly don't know the protocol for a fuck-buddies situation, but I think the B word is like a big bad word. "No," I grumble, then slide off Bram's lap, "Just doing stuff. I'm going to pick her up now, are you happy? I can be there in like twenty minutes." "Good," she responds and ends the call. I hang up and look back at Bram, who is watching me with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.

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’!”

Mario asks excitedly, a wide smile spreading across his face. Max chuckles at Mario's enthusiasm. "Settle down, buddy, hehehe ...." He pauses before continuing, "John 'Banting' is looking for a sparring partner for an MMA fight, but well, you'd have to take a dive and let yourself get hit, it's a fixed match to boost John's profile."

The impact jolted Matthew’s arm and the man tried to stand but Matthew didn’t let him. He lunged, pinned him down, grabbed his collar, and drove his fist into the man’s face, snapping his head violently to the side. Matthew raised his fist again but the man caught his wrist and threw a heavy punch on Matthew's face. The blow slammed into Matthew’s face, throwing him off instantly. His body hit the ground, stars bursting behind his eyes. The punch from the Eclipse Club was nothing compared to this. His cheek went numb. What the fuck!! are his hands made of steel? Why are they so heavy?!

“I don’t need a lot from him. I’ll just come up with an excuse to slap him twice!” Luis could already picture the beautiful scene and he finally smiled after being grumpy for the whole night. Everyone believed Kaze would lose. Buffy’s skills were verified by all the men she beat earlier. Maybe she was lucky because she was the birthday girl. On the other hand, Kaze was just some random bumpkin from a small city and they refused to believe he could beat Buffy. As the crowd discussed the game, Buffy dealt the last card to Kaze. 9 of Diamond.

With the right timing and conditions and the enemies revealing their tracks, it was time to strike back. Fentanyl rushed over, holding Bernadette's hand. "Chad, are you okay?" Chad smiled and shook his head. At that point, his temperament was completely different. As he spoke, his eyes conveyed a sense of ruthlessness. "I'm fine. I'm going to a friend's banquet now. Archie, take care of things! If you need money, get it from this card. The password is…" Archibald took the card. It was a black card with no patterns or numbers.

However, his top fighters were lying on the ground, coughing up blood. "Can you give me the eight billion now?" Frederick asked as he walked toward Happy. Happy snapped back to reality, gasping. The men he brought were his strongest fighters, each capable of taking on a hundred opponents. If they were defeated by Frederick so easily, it meant that all the casino’s enforcers wouldn't stand a chance against Frederick. "With such skills in both combat and gambling, I doubt you came to our casino just to have fun. We don’t have eight billion in cash. Name your terms!" Happy panicked as Frederick approached.