Let's Play 8 Ball Novels & Stories

Noah grabbed his cue once again while gazing into Yvonne's eyes. "What are we playing?" Yvonne's expression was a mask of innocence. "I don't really do cue sports. Let's play the eight-ball pool since it's the most basic game. What do you think, hmm?" Eight-ball pool was one of the easier cue games. The rule was to strike the ball and use its trajectory to pocket the other colored balls. In order to win the game, the last ball the player had to pocket was the black ball with the number "8" painted on it.

Surely the kids are grown. Theo grieved for Athalia in private. Aubrianne and Timothy "Why don't I show you our rooms, and then we can get something to eat," Timothy leaned forward with the pool stick in his hands; he lined up with the eight ball as he moved the rod back and forth. Watching the board, Aubrianne saw that he had one more ball, then the eight ball, "the game is not over yet, buddy." Confident his rod lined up correctly, Timothy moved the stick back, then forward with force and precision. He hit the eight ball, which slammed his last ball, sending it into the pocket, and a second later, so did the eight ball.

As called the eight ball, I saw his fist clench further around his pool stick. I sank the ball. Finishing the game. Picking up my watch, I put it back on my wrist. Taking the stack of cash, I put it back in his hand. “Now, about that proposition.”

“But I really should go.” He blocked her path. “You promised me one game, remember?” “I don’t know how.” “I’ll teach you.” He set the cookies and his empty beer aside, then sauntered closer. “Stay.” She probably shouldn’t…but Brea couldn’t resist. “All right.” Pierce gathered up the colorful balls on the table and racked them in a triangle, arranging each in numerical order. When he’d finished, he lifted the rack away, settled the plain white ball in front of the triangle’s point, then grabbed a cue. “Do you know the object of the game?”

, she said pointing around where the people had began moving tables once again. The girls giggled, "it's all a facade", they said, "you see, Valerie thinks that's how it is, but Timothy doesn't like formal stuff and we all agree so everything changes the moment Valerie leaves and of course she never stays long", they giggled once again and Cynthia observed how free they were, a small smile played on her lips. She was gonna go all out. "So what is up next?", "well we're going to play games then we'll dance , since you're the one being initiated, you won't leave till doors are closed", "what"Cynthia widened her eyes in disbelief, "how about -"

Michael said as the eight ball went into the side pocket he was aiming for. Ryder looks at the table and groans. He was hoping Michael would miss that shot. If he did, he was sure he would win. The last two balls were set up perfectly, and if he played that last shot right, it would set up the 8-ball with a perfect shot. “Hand over the stick, loser!” Aiden said as he held his hand out. Ryder's head snapped in his direction, and looked at the little Omega in shock. Anders snorted, and Mark and Theo giggled.

Mind-linking Callie felt like the best way to call her out on her shit. “I am good at this. We are okay! Patsy and Kathy suck at it!” Callie strode over confidently to the table. “Okay, you girls will play Bryant and Eva!” Kathy gestured over to them. “I thought we were playing you! That was the deal.” Callie looked nervous. Patsy got an evil grin on her face. “No. I asked you if you wanted to play. Not that you would be playing us.” Stupid bitch… I never wanted to slap someone so badly. “I’ll even let you girls go first. She is our Luna.” Kathy handed me a white ping-pong ball.

he said “Perhaps I should put it another way. I think you’re not targeting the right audience. You’re missing a huge opportunity.” She paused for effect and then segued into her spiel. “Right now your company appeals to the sports crowd. The guy who jogs. The woman who goes to the gym. The person who cares about staying in shape. You’re all about functionality. The kids who play sports. The guys who play racquetball at the club. The casual basketball game on the weekends.”

"You guys are head to head. I need to get popcorn to be right back." Gio leaves the apartment going to get popcorn. Weirdo. Yup, I'm a mini her. "Your turn," Apollo says. I walk over to the other side to hit the eight ball into the pocket. "Let's go, Ryder!" Analia cheers on giving me a thumbs up on the side. I look at her confused. She shrugs as she continues clapping. She might be a little tipsy. I prepare myself to hit the ball into the pocket. I take a deep breath and see Apollo gripping onto the pool sticker harder.

And again. After less than five minutes, he was aiming for the eight ball. I didn’t even have the chance to play at all. I nervously watched him. “Chill out, baby girl. You might win yet.” “How?” “If I scratch or get the eight off the table, then I’ve just handed the game over to you,” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, how likely is that?” “Close to impossible, actually.” He laughed. Then he turned serious and concentrated on the ball. He gave it one smooth hit, and the eight ball went in the pocket, followed by the cue ball. I held my breath. I could still win this! But the cue ball stopped an inch from the pocket.