Gravity Falls Eight Ball Novels & Stories

But they don’t know my wolf skills, Jian always makes me win in situations like this. I put the second, third, fourth, and fifth balls in a minute. Everyone is so surprised, and I didn’t turn to Marcus and distract my mind. People start to say my name when I put the eighth ball perfectly on the glass. The way men were calling out my name made me blush, some were even whispering that I look cute. When the tenth ball landed on the glass, I, myself was surprised by that and I jumped in joy with a big smile. It’s been so long since I smiled like this and I am genuinely happy this time.

He suddenly exerted force, and the white ball seemed to turn into a meteor and shot on the table. Under everyone's gaze, the white ball was directly hit empty and crashed onto the edge of the table. "This guy is finished!" Seeing that the white ball missed, Sun Xiang was so excited that he almost jumped up. "No way!" Disappointment gradually appeared on everyone's faces. However, a miracle happened in the next moment. Bang!!! The white ball crashed into the edge of the table and bounced heavily onto the black8. Pushed by a huge force, the black 8 was pushed into the hole.

"It means you need to stand back a little bit. If you don't move back, your breasts will collapse this table." "Lucius!” I complained, slightly red face back. He wants me to stand back. Why don't you just tell me? Why do you have to laugh at me like that? I took a step back with a cold snort, continued to aim for the white ball, waited for my breath to stabilize and then gently putted. A clear sound. The white ball hit the red ball with precision. The red ball sped forward and hit the table. Instead, the white ball, after the collision, bends back left and clangs into the pocket.

My nipples rubbing on my shirt felt so good and caused them to harden even more. I stopped moving and rested the pool cue between my cleavage, as Lucas's shot missed right of his target. I proceeded to go on a three-ball run. "Eight ball side pocket." Lucas was standing behind me, I was sure his eyes were fixed on my ass and the moist patch between my legs. I held my pose a bit longer than I normally would, then shot. "Yes!" I said as the eight-ball rolled into the side pocket. "Rack em up, loser." I said as I walked back to the bar, slapping Lucas on his ass as I passed him.

Adara sat down on the couch and excused herself from the game. “You have a valid excuse, nobody else does. Robert we will teach you!” James said and grinned. We always drank after fight night. We stood in a line next to each other, we each had twenty shot glasses in front of us. Shoran was the timekeeper. The first person to finish all twenty shots was declared the winner until the next time. “Ready, and… go!” Carl finished first, Malachi second and Jeff third. James had started to laugh in the middle and vodka had splattered everywhere. Carl downed his shots like there was no tomorrow. I had five left over by the time Carl had finished and Jeff had beat me by seconds.

Jasmine simply smiled softly and said, "Jen, do you know what their laughter reminds me of? It's like a bunch of flies buzzing around a lion's ear, mocking him because he can't fly." Amid the mocking laughter, Frederick calmly picked up his cue, bent over, and concentrated. He made a swift motion, and his cue made a precise strike. Quick, accurate, and fierce. He hit the red ball first, and with remarkable force it consecutively struck several balls, orderly and without fuss. This set off a butterfly effect, sending the yellow, green, brown, pink, and finally almost all the colored balls rolling. Thud, thud, thud! Each ball, in the eyes of the astonished crowd, smoothly rolled and precisely

Our whole group breaks out into ruckus laughter as I hang my head and walk back to get another ball. “This is sooo, bad!” I say in exasperation. I pick up the first ball I see, not caring that it felt a little heavy and walk up and bowl again without even trying. It won’t matter much anyway. Low and behold, the darn thing goes right down the middle, and knocks down all the pins, but one. I turn around and throw my hands up, letting out an “Ooooh!” as I make my way back to my seat.

"Ladies first." I line up and break the balls but as expected none sinks. Malachai tsks but doesn't say anything after he catches my glare. He sinks three more and misses the last and then it's my turn again. "How much would you give me to sink the eight ball," I ask lining up the cue. He snorts. "I'd give you two hundred and my liver if you could sink the eight ball." "I'll take that bet." Then I sink the eight-ball and the room goes quiet. I sink five more times and miss the last one but by then there is only three balls on the table.

At his moment, he truly didn't feel alive anymore. -- Uriel hung his head upside down on Erin's couch, dribbling as he got lost in fortuitous, trivial thoughts. Throwing a ball to the ceiling, he watched it obey gravity, falling downwards. He reached out to catch it but the ball fell right beside his hand, square onto his nose.

"Of course. That explains the shoulders. The grip. The... terrifying strength." He turned and walked toward a decorative shelf where Leo kept a collection of "Geological Specimens" including a heavy, solid iron ball that Leo used to demonstrate gravitational pull. It was, for all intents and purposes, a ten-pound shot put. Lucien picked it up, tossing it casually in one hand. "Well then, Granite Gal. If the legend is true, you wouldn't mind a little... demonstration? My form has always been a bit lacking." He stepped back into the center of the room, clearing a space between the balsa-wood skyscrapers. He held the iron ball out like a poisoned apple.