Skull Pool Table Novels & Stories

And threw the skull onto the table. It landed hard, crack echoing off marble. Bone-yellow, crown split open in a massive, jagged fracture. My scream died in my throat. “Whose… whose is that?” Barely a whisper. “A guy who skimmed before you did. Thought he could run with our cash. Same plan you had. You met him before I came.” He tapped the cracked dome once. “This is what’s left.” I was shaking so much. “That’s how thieves wake up,” Silas said softly.

she gargled around him, hands spreading ass for his fingers. He gripped her head two-handed, skull-fucking with hip-thrusts that battered tonsils, drool cascading in ropes to pool on concrete. Spanks to cheeks echoed cavernously, her holes fingered to squelching. He yanked her up by hair, spinning to bend over the pool table, felt scratching tits as cue-ball green. "Rack 'em fantasy..fuck me like 8-ball in pocket," she laughed maniacally, wiggling. Dean mounted ass-high, cock spearing pussy, then adding pool cue handle slicked with spit for double-stretch, wood smooth-rigid beside veined heat.

Sebastian snatches the cue stick from me as they finish screaming. "Sorry," I say in a small voice up at his stern look. He huffs and begins setting up the game as Cindy holds both cue sticks, giving me a watchful eye. Sebastian takes the ball rack and starts assembling the billiard balls inside; the ball with the label "1" on it at the top, the black eight ball in the middle, a solid on the right and a striped on the left, all before placing the rest of the pool balls in the empty spaces. Then, he places the solid white ball outside of the rack, right in front of the "1" ball about two feet away. "You've never played pool? Ever? Haven't even seen a game?"

Standing up, I took in the table. “What…are you a professional?” Charles was looking at me with a mix of awe and confusion. “Pool is all calculations. Sometimes, when I get stuck on an issue or I’m stressed, I play pool. Pool has no random factors, no emotional decisions. Everything can be planned, calculated, adjusted, and worked.” I didn’t look at him as I said it. Hitting the ball, I knew I wouldn’t have a shot but at the very least I could set up another shot and ruin one of his.

I wаnder аround thе edge оf thе рool, cаrеful nоt tо get tоo closе tо thе wаter whеn аll оf а suddеn I bumр intо sоmеоne sо hаrd thаt I аlmost fаll in thе рool. I gаsp аs I try tо keep mysеlf steаdy. "I'm sо sоrry," I sаy tо thе persоn bеfоre mе. Нe tilts his hеаd аs а smirk curls uр оn his fаce. Disgusting. Нis blаck hаir hаs sоmе green highlightеd strаnds. Нe hаs а tаttоo оf а skull оn thе left side оf his nеck.

Kat seconded. “Crikey Moses!” Kat just burst out laughing. The knocking of balls excited me. I was not good like Brett, but I and Arella had a chance of winning. Brett agreed that I and my partner should start since he was a pool shark. I took two cues—one for me and one for her. She took it from me and muttered thank you, not meeting my gaze anymore. Everyone gathered around the table including Brett whose standing across us with Lorcan and Kat. Our drinks arrived, and I gave Denys a beer.

I scoffed. A huge skull-shaped punchbowl filled with bloodred liquid stood in the center of the table, candy spiders floated in the pungent mix. Guaranteed to get even a werewolf tipsy, I thought as I spooned some of the punch into our cups. There had to be at least five different spirits in this mix. I chuckled as I handed Darina her cup.

And a white fluffy faux rug lay under that couch, inviting to be used. But what caught my attention the most was a big pool table of sky blue in the middle of the room. A bloody pool table? Why this honeymoon cottage have a study or a pool table, I will never know. Sometimes it's really difficult to understand rich people and their idea of interest. The fourth door, the glass one I realize was gym. I can see all the training equipments inside through the transparent glass, along with Brandon. He was on the floor, shirtless, doing pushups. His back facing the door.

"Mrs Ples, that's the name of the skull currently on display at the Ditsong national museum of history in Pretoria, but little does everyone know that skull is actually the one of Rachel, swapped out when no one was looking" Jane typed in the details and found the pictures on the web "This?" She asked holding a photo clearly taken of this scull inside a glass case. "That's the one" Jane looked at Duke "What do you think?" "Its obviously the perfect hiding place, but just to be sure, I suggest we go burn it, crush it, whatever it takes" he said. "I like you two much better now" Lynette said, the rest almost forgot she was standing one side quietly.

Including that huge dragon skeleton, hanging in all its glory from several points in the ceiling, leaving the impression, as it was so scattered, that at any time it can grab someone in the room, running off. There were also, among others, hanging from the ceiling or placed on shelves, human skeletons and ... of many other kinds. Some whole ... and on the worktops even just pieces of them, such as various animal skulls or from more or less known creatures, some of them being used even as a container for various magic famous liqueurs and potions, but unknown to many of those beginners. There were phosphorescent green potions, red or even black and viscous potions in those skull-bowls.