Novel Games Pool Novels & Stories

Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous. Pete Foxhorn owned Foxhorn Promotions, and he'd not only enticed away a couple of their major clients in recent months, but he'd also initiated a public relations campaign against their company. It was a filthy pool, but that didn't surprise Anika. Foxhorn was merciless, and he would go to any length to win. "Well, yes," Anika said quietly. "His ad executives are trying their best to talk to Casper." "Is there any reason why you aren't?"

When Yvonne saw that the situation could no longer be salvaged, she let go of Naomi and chased after us. From far away, I heard Naomi screeching, along with the chaotic sounds of a brawl. “What do you plan to do next?” Wendy suddenly asked me when we were downstairs. “First, have a personal account. The company is great at making people popular. Since Claude is trending online this time, I’m sure that he will be able to start over soon,” Yvonne answered for me. She sounded completely full of herself. “I’ve never seen your company make anyone truly popular. The only pair that is worth any mention… Heh.” Wendy laughed without finishing her sentence and handed a business card to me.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

Candies, grilled meat, fresh fruit—everything smelled like summer and money. Days like this were a Kingmoore Court tradition. Once in a while, the residents stepped out of their glass houses and marble hallways and gathered by the water, pretending to be normal. The Kingmoore salon, barbershop, and spa had all set up removable stalls right on the sand, white canopies flapping lazily in the breeze.

There were no free chairs, but in my condition it would hardly have been possible to sit quietly in one place, so I chose the far corner at the same bar counter, where I settled down in relative solitude. Yaroslava, where are you? The voice sounded rather rough. Counter irritation to keep to himself did not work. “In Paradise,” she replied sullenly. - And what? I wasn't going to be rude, and the club was indeed called "RAI", but... he himself said to stay in the city, so why would he now arrange an open interrogation? - Yar-roslava! The werewolf's chest growl didn't bode well. “Wherever you are right now, come home immediately!”

And who was the idiot who put that note in the bowl ? The game had started during the filming of the first movie in the series ... we call it 'The cheating game', everyone puts their name in a bowl and in the other bowl is different dares. Then two names are drawn and a dare ... you have to cheat your partner into doing the dare first ... it is usually something like getting drunk as a skunk, sleeping in and being late, singing loudly on set or something else silly. It is usually pretty fun and innocent, even if people tend to get really competitive at times ... but hey everyone is friends again when it is over ... it has always been just fun and games after all.

Conrad lifted his head up listening to the strategy of some game. "What is it, Park"? "It’s Mud of War". Finn said sipping his drink. Conrad was kind of lost. "What kind of game is it"? He asked innocently and this time the table erupted into laughter. "Baby it’s the latest version of Tug of war. It will be played in the mud pool. So ...” Noah explained and Conrad whispered a silent O. They had a match with their seniors. And the losers will treat the winning team. They were quite excited.

“What game?” She grinned mischievously. “Never Have I Ever” “Sounds fun,” Noah muttered, lifting me to sit on the pool edge while his hands rested on my thighs. I grabbed a glass, filled it with wine, passed it to him, then took one for myself. Once we were set, Riley started, grinning. “Never have I kissed someone in this pool” The four of us let out a silly laugh and all sipped. “Never have I lied to a girl to get her in bed,” Mark said, then sipped, just like Noah. I let out a gasp.

“Ten million. Usually fifteen, but I give you a discount. For our cherished friendship.” I blanched, looking at Jodie for some explanation or a confirmation that, indeed, this was insane. Ten million for what? Instead, I received nothing but a stone-faced severity. “Start talking,” Elian muttered. “Quickly.” “There is a poker game. Two days from now. Port Bellagio. Very elite. Very exclusive. Very particular buy-in.” “What’s the buy-in?” Galli sniffed. “Something priceless. They are playing for things money cannot buy. Lost artifacts. Paintings. Jewels.”

“Do you want something else to drink? Maybe something stronger? It’s on me.” Thankfully, Lyra and Eden refuse the offer. It’s hard to tell if it disappoints him or not. He quickly lays out another offer, “would you like to join us? We’re playing a game of pool. Bets are being waged.” Those simple words, pool and bets, are all Lyra needs to perk up. Her eyes are wide with pure excitement. Shouting over the music that still hums through the bar, she tells him that we accept. Do we?