Novel Games Pool Novels & Stories

too sick to feel embarrassed at the request, Lynan turned his face up to catch Yael’s eyes. The man chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I’d have to let you go to get our book.” “I’ll go fetch it,” Liev stood from where he had been reclining on the couch opposite the bed they were currently in and set off into the mansion once he received his instructions on where to locate the novel. Liev returned quickly with the murder mystery that Yael had started reading to Lynan a few weeks ago. Lynan settled in for the evening as did the other contestants who were sitting in the lounge. Yael picked up where they left of all that time ago and he closed his eyes, letting that smooth voice wash over him.

“Harper and I don’t mind you all staying for a while. As you can see, we have tons of things to do around here.” Layken’s claim that there’s plenty to do here is an understatement. Vintage top-of-the-line arcade games adorn the game room, with their colorful screens lighting up the space. A dartboard hangs from a wall with darts stuck inside for those seeking friendly competition. Spikes cover the ground on the other side of the room, ready for a game of horseshoes. Amidst it all, the pool table stands. Its green felt inviting players to challenge their skills. In a corner, the bar area beckons, with the scent of aged wood and a faint lingering of spilled beer. And if you venture down the ha

"I'll find a new partner. Jamie can team up with Mum so she can participate in the games for a change." We all wondered who Jeanette's new partner would be, but Auntie Laurel seemed surprisingly calm. I overheard her telling Jamie, "We have to win, so I don't have to buy Conrad or Jeanette a car. I don't want either of my children to end up in jail or reported missing." As we gathered in the living room, Auntie Laurel announced the games for the night—charades, French culture, and painting. However, Jeanette's partner had yet to arrive.

she asked further. “Because I want the treasures, I'm your husband-to-be and I should be the one controlling our money and not you” he said, sweating profusely. Alessia's brows scrunched up on their own in disappointment. “I can see you're just being jealous. The safe box's contents are my father's family's treasure, something that is passed to every first born, I can't break the rule of giving it to an outsider” She spewed out without thinking twice.

"Mr. Theodore wants to see you by the pool." Nadia frowned but didn’t argue. She slipped into a light cardigan over her casual clothes before making her way outside. As she turned the corner, she saw him. Theodore was sitting at the edge of the pool, his legs stretched out, a glass of deep red wine in his hand. The soft glow of the pool lights reflected on his sharp features, making him look almost otherworldly. His expression was unreadable, his gaze locked on the liquid swirling in his glass as if lost in thought.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

I know they will not let me down. I reach my room and call Dora, one of the girls. We discuss the game, and I pay the money into her account. On the plane, Riccardo gave me all the passwords to my father's business accounts, and I changed them. The bank and credit cards are all canceled. The only way to do business now is via internet banking. Dora can not wait to get the servers up and running and launch our game. I did most of the work and am giving the funds, I get fifty percent of the profits we make, and they will share the other fifty percent. I am sure it will be one hell of a success, as I know the potential of my game. Cell phone games are big these days, and people spend money play

He entered the login information and waited, after a couple of seconds a new screen popped up. PLEASE SELECT: FALKEN’S MAZE BLACKJACK GIN RUMMY HEARTS BRIDGE CHECKERS CHESS POKER FIGHTER COMBAT GUERRILLA ENGAGEMENT DESERT WARFARE AIR-TO-GROUND ACTIONS THEATERWIDE TACTICAL WARFARE THEATERWIDE BIOTOXIC AND CHEM GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR WAR

T BE SATISFIED! “150 games and all of them you exhausted your mana with that absurd one shot blaster. I should be the one asking you how you lost, you goddamn whale monster.” [Author’s Note: ‘Whale’ or ‘Whaling’ or ‘P2P’ which is ‘Pay to Pay’ is a term used for gacha gamers who spend real money on games for anything and everything. Basically they’re in possession of the strongest weapons and characters which ‘F2P’ players have a hard time getting or they never get it at all]

She was drunk already but had managed to find her way to the pool, settling down beside a boy she could hardly recall ever meeting. "What game are we playing?" She asked, watching the bottle spin around in the large circle they created. "Extremes." The boy replied, proceeding to explain that it was all about you doing something you've never done before when the bottle points on you. It was like a 'never have I ever' game only that you get to do what you've never done that day. Sounds like fun. Past minutes into the game and there were people who drank, smoked a pot of shisha, stripped, made out in the pool, had to rock someone and finally, it pointed at her.