Skull Pool Table Novels & Stories

The thought of being trapped alone with him later made her shudder. They all lingered by the bar where the billiard table sat and the balls neatly lined up in a metal triangle with the cue stick adjoining it. "How nice to have a restaurant with a pool table too, Mr. Kim!" Emmeline exclaimed with a bright, mischievous smile. She and Taehyung both laughed spontaneously. After a moment, Taehyung cleared his throat and mentioned the game's instructions in an authoritative tone. "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 ga

The Skull King Chapter 2 Cassini I lay back on the lounge chair in the shade while looking over the pool. We were on the top of a hill, so the city of Florence could be seen past the property a few miles into the distance. I read a book on my lap while I relaxed in my swimsuit, enjoying the summer heat while my cold drink perspired. Every few pages, my mind would start to wander. Wander to the man I met a few nights ago. He didn’t have a name, and his business card was even more unusual. The only detail was the sketch of a black skull. It was fossilized bone with a snake protruding out of the eye socket. I googled anything related to skulls online but couldn’t find anything relevant.

"In his room, he hides it under the boards below the window." I ease back the knife and glance at Skull. "Go check the room." I toss Pauline aside and she goes to her knees. I walk back to the table and glance at the men. They appear angry. I doubt it's over the fact I threatened to kill Pauline. More likely it's that at least two of the women were in on Fox's stash of money and we weren't. Typical Fox. Too bad I already killed the prick. A few minutes later, Skull comes back carrying a large leather saddlebag. He drops it on the table. I unbuckle it and empty the contents.

"Do you know what I can do to make this place suitable for date night?" "Yes I think you should set the table by the pool because the pool has a cover that is made of gorilla glass so it doesn't crack or scratch full stop the gym has a couple of buttons by the pool house and entertainment is one of them so your girlfriend design this place with you and mind but also to entertain at some stage and I wonder why you guys don't ever use your entertainment area? " " We are never home but now that we are home I want her and my son to move back here. "

There were at least a dozen different pinball machines. The open area with the concrete flooring held a pool table, an air hockey table, two of those chain caged basketball games, one regular size and one mini and even a skeeball game. There was a football toss, a strength grip machine, a coin pusher and even a couple claw machines. I couldn’t even imagine how much all of this would have cost to get it in here. “Oh my God, Owen! This place is amazing!” I couldn’t help but just stare, completely awestruck that this could actually be inside someone’s house. “Where in the world did you get all this stuff?”

I turned around to gauge the situation at our back to see if there was an audience behind us, beside me and Dre. Nope. Not a single soul. Not even in the pool. Seems like everyone left the stands when we went to change. However, as soon as I turned back, my eyes nearly left my sockets. Oh my fucking shit !!!! Why was there blood in the pool all of a sudden ? MY. FUCKING. GOD !!!! Was that Maya Black’s severed, bloodied head near the pool pump ? I wanna puke. Literally. Shit ! Dre and Kyler looked livid while Xeon looked on, at the other two with an amused smirk plastered on his face.

The Warfang Chamber was a massive stone vault engineered for pack recreation—a heavy mahjong table, custom shuffleboards, obsidian dart targets, a massive slate pool table, and an archaic iron pinball rig from the early territory days. "Our numbers are uneven for a team dynamic," Kael observed, tracking the space as he approached the cue rack. "We could throw darts or draw cards to keep the circle inclusive, but I have to admit, my instincts are demanding a high-stakes frame of pool. Do either of you handle a stick?" His winter eyes locked directly onto Declan.

Skully proposed as he administered his way over to what seemed to be a bar, I mean, it looked like a typical bar from a distance, but the closer we got to it, the more my senses took over. The sorrowful moans could be heard from the souls that made up the bar's counter. There were thousands of them, all twisted into knots and chained to each other before they were thrown into the glass frame. "Are those, souls?" Carson asked in shock. "Not just any souls, human souls," Dimitri grimaced. "Isn't it beautiful?" Skully ran his skeletal fingers over the glass casing of the counter. One soul, in particular, caught my eyes. It was that of a girl, maybe 18 or 19 at the time of her death. "I designed

He simply rolled the rack back and forth a few times across the table, then hung it up on the wall next to Sheila. “Thanks, hon,” he breathed. “Go now.” She nodded, then walked out of the room again, back down to the bar. Bones stayed right where he was, calmly lined up his shot, broke the balls in the middle of the table. Absently, he watched as the nine ball shot into the corner pocket, making it a golden break. Normally, that’d be a damn lucky way to start a game of pool, but lucky was the last fucking thing that Bones felt.

Maybe more. They sat at the bar, around scratched wooden tables, near the pool table at the back where the green felt had cigarette burns at the corners. Most of them were large. Some were bearded. Many were tattooed. Several wore black leather cuts with the same wolf-and-burning-wheel symbol stitched across the back. A jukebox in the corner played low, something old and rough with too much guitar. Nobody spoke. A glass paused halfway to a man’s mouth. A pool cue stopped in midair.