Gravity Falls Eight Ball Novels & Stories

And then she had said yes to Alex in an atrium a few hours later. The tennis ball hit the wall. Did not come back straight. Bounced sideways. I watched it roll under the desk and did not retrieve it. Right. I stood up and dropped the tennis ball from my thoughts and went to the desk and picked up the golf ball instead. Smaller. Heavier. More honest about what it was. I needed to move properly.

I chuckled, remembering it. "I was at a bar," I said. "My buddies and I were out, and we had just scored an eight ball. We took turns with it in the restroom, and when it was my turn, my friend just completely missed the handoff to me, and it fell on the ground right next to this girl. She was blonde, petite, but had these incredible tits in a white tube top." I put my hands in front of my face, as if they were holding watermelons, for effect.

"Each team must sink four balls into the pockets, which means we'll be using twelve balls total. The eight ball has to remain on the table until the very last one. Whoever pockets it before that automatically loses the game." Emmeline divided her gaze between Taehyung, Yuna, and Minnie standing nearby, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You can sit at the bar if you get tired of standing for too long. That's why I positioned the table right here - playing and drinking together is such an indulgent pleasure," she said warmly, gesturing to the plush leather stools. "Ladies first," Richard spoke like a gentleman while handing the pool cue to Yuna, who took it without a word.

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.

“Throw a punch if you have to.” My fists were tight at my side as I moved towards the raffle. The rain had subsided a moment ago. Only damp clothes clung to my skin as my bare feet soaked into bloody grass. I pressed the buttons. The balls shuffled, and one ball popped out. A small number, please. I prayed inwardly, my heart thudding as I slowly reached for the ball. The number eight glared back at me, and I felt my heart dip painfully. Number eight was at a diagonal angle. Sloppy grounds, yet close.

It's obvious he is fighting to hold back a laugh so badly. I set four in a pocket after each other easily, leaving me one plus the black one. Every time I bend over I know everyone is either staring at my ass or my cleavage. Evans's jaw dropped as I set the second one down without any effort and is watching me in awe with the other two. My biggest issue right now is, the black ball is right in front of the whole for my next ball. So I just give the white ball a simple shot moving my last ball away from the black one without putting it down.

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