Skull Pool Table Novels & Stories

Alice teased me, bumping her hips with mine and I just shook my head at him. "Shut it." By noon, we were called by the game master for the game of the day and I know it will be something physical. "Today's game is called 'Don't Push Me, Ex'." Just as he spoke, the curtain covering the pool area opened and we reacted differently when we saw the setting. The pool had two floating platforms opposite each other. On the floor, inflated bodysuits of different cartoon characters can be seen as well as big cotton buds-like weapons.

“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

The wall behind it mirrored, glass shelves held various bottles of liquor, stools sat lined up like soldiers in front of the slab of timber that had been painstakingly sanded and stained. A jukebox glowed in one corner of the room, and on the other side, a pool table whose green felt had seen better days. The stains of blood and drinks covered the once vibrant surface. A large oak table took up the middle of the room, twelve heavy chairs surrounded it. One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES”.

A pool table dominated the rest of the room, with various-sized couches, and a little table was strewn about it. Lanaya couldn't tell if the glasses were filled with scotch or brandy because they were littered with cigarette butts, pizza boxes, and takeaway containers. It's not as if she'd ever drunk anything. The men gathered around the pool table were having a noisy argument over something. They all appeared to be chatting at the same time. Neither of the other men was paying attention to the dialogue; instead, they were staring intently at the billiards table and holding billiard cues in their hands.

One cue stick was lying awkwardly on the table, while the others were stacked in a corner beside an unopened crate labeled "imported -Monte Carlo collection," Beside the snooker section, someone had set up a faux poker table with mismatched chairs and a half unrolled red carpet leading to it. A roulette wheel sat lopsided on a stand, its golden spinner still wrapped in plastic. There was even a fake money machine tucked against the wall-probably for that dramatic "raining cash" effect. Right now, it just blinked with a red error light.

“As much as I would love to, that’s probably a healing pool. It’s sacred, or at least important. We’re not destroying the purity of it for someone else who might actually need it for a wound.” Soren chuckles, a dark, knowing sound. “Trust me, I don’t think we’d be the first to have that idea.” He jerks his head toward a shadowed corner behind me. I turn, my brow furrowing. A small, sturdy wooden table stands a little distance away from the water’s edge, looking entirely too domestic for a subterranean cave. I walk toward it slowly, my boots clicking softly on the stone. My steps falter, and my stomach does a strange little flip when I see the haphazard arrangement on the tabletop.

I turn back to the desk and pick up the envelope and reach inside. And that’s when I see it. An old photograph, worn and faded, buried beneath a bunch of old letters. Slowly, I pull it out, and as my eyes move across the people in frame, my stomach plummets. A group of men standing outside a clubhouse not that different than the one The Heartless Bastards own. Leather jackets, bikes, and devilish smiles on their faces like they own the world. Above them hangs a banner:Smoke and Skulls. And right in the middle of the group, standing with his arms crossed and his dirty blond hair hanging in his face, is Slate.

Now wasn’t the time. "Nothing can convince me. Now, can we finish the game so I can be on my way?" "Ah, yes, the game." He leaned over the table, eyeing the last two solid balls. With a smooth motion, he sank both in one shot. "In pool, you have to sink either the striped or the solid balls, depending on the one you sink first. You don’t get to change your mind halfway through. You’ve made a commitment, and you have to stick to it until the game is over. If you don’t, there are… consequences. Life is a lot like pool sometimes, Mr. Williams."

What did they break this time? He returned to the living room and saw the coffee table lying on its side. Skull wore a smug look, while Rohan was trying not to laugh as he held a furious Harry back. When Harry noticed Jaxon walk in, he let out a loud breath and dropped his head against the back of the couch. Jaxon took his seat again and asked, “What happened?” “Nothing,” Harry muttered, fiddling with his rings. “Skull is just being annoying.” Skull barked out a laugh. “I am the annoying one? You tried to fight me for saying I saw Stella in some rich guy’s car.”

Anne rubbed her teary eyes and agreed. She arrived at the club. Then, she was taken to the pool room. Tommy was the only one in the pool room. The top half of his body was pressed against the pool table. His entire figure was elongated and the outline was sexy. He was aiming at the white ball with the stick in his hand, then with a clack, three balls were pocketed. Good play. Tommy turned his head back and looked at Anne. "Do you want to play?" "I don't know how." Anne walked over and looked at all the balls scattered all over the pool table.