Let's Play 8 Ball Novels & Stories

After taking a sip, she moved back to the table and within seconds had easily pocketed the rest of the balls, leaving only the infamous eight ball. "I can also see I'm dealing with a shark," I mused, chuckling darkly. "You know nothing about me, Mr. Storm. In time, you will. Eight ball in the left center pocket." I had no doubt she was going to win this round. She allowed herself a satisfied smile. "You're right, Ms. Han. I don't know anything about you, but it will be a pleasure to find out. Every. Single. Detail." "I believe it's your turn to break." She tossed me the chalk, moving directly to her wine.

my insides melt, "you get another turn, make sure to aim for the striped balls and whatever you do, don't hit the black ball in. It's an automatic loss." Despite the low lighting, I know my tingling cheeks are fire red at this point. I give it another go and end up getting a yellow striped ball and a blue striped ball in. Luckily, Jett is still helping me. Without him, I'd hit nothing but air. "Try this one yourself.” Jacob says, pulling away. I nod and line myself up for another hit. The guys’ eyes dance in my direction, making me feel on the spot. You can do this, Jessica.

Kingston promised. "Arthur," I said, trying to change his focus. "Can we talk?" I wanted to speak alone but he was too honed in to listen. He barely shook his head as he flicked his eyes back on Kingston. "You're wasting precious time, Kingston," Arthur said, walking over to the pool table. He spun the eight ball on the field of play, then picked it up. Tossing it up he easily caught it. "Remind you of anyone?" asked Arthur. "If the eight ball goes in the pocket too soon, your opponent wins."

It was time to take the traditional out of her vocabulary. The smack of Lloyd's pool stick striking a ball sliced the air, overshadowing the eighties music blaring from the speakers in the corner of the hall. He stayed bent over the table, arm outstretched as he watched the roll of the balls he just smacked into motion. "So, you gonna keep Karla coming to the shop? Or is this just a passing phase?" The three ball sunk into the side pocket. "And what about that other girl? What was her name?"

A set of people crowded around a set of settees talking or probably doing whatever. Another table was set up on the opposite end of the room, where a bunch of people played beer Pong. “I don’t think we should play beer, Pong. Let’s play billiards!” Carl suggested, puffing. “Come on, let's just play. I've always promised to teach Tim how to play,” Mason pestered. They went to the rectangular table with several colored balls on it. “Here is your cue..” Mason said as he handed it to Tim.

"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.

“Let’s begin. We’ll take turns. Fair and square.” Let the game begin.

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"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.

“What the hell then, Sam? Why would you say that?” I sighed and pointed to the far right pocket. Hitting the white cue ball, it hit the eight ball but it missed the pocket by at least two inches. Standing up, I glanced around the room. Only the bartender was sitting in the room, his eyes fixated on the TV showing a football game.