روايات وقصص ضمن Skull Pool Table

The room was washed in dull red, bleeding glow that soaked into the walls and made shadows cling longer than they should. A single red bulb hung above the snooker table at the center of the room, its light cutting the space into pockets of darkness. The air smelled of smoke, oil, and old money.

"I know. I was just teasing. We've got great friends. I'd hate to think how much longer we'd still be there if they hadn't shown up to help. We may not be able to open yet, but at least the place isn't a disaster." "Have you ever thought of putting in a pool table?" Jake asked as he walked over to the island, joining Noel. Wes arched an eyebrow. "A pool table?" Jake nodded. "Actually, I'm surprised you don't already have one. And a dart board." He shrugged. "Might bring in a few more customers. Beer drinkers love pool and darts." Noel gave a soft laugh as she shook her head. "That didn't sound politically correct at all."

All three men chuckle, causing my heart to quicken at how much like that noise. "In a way, yes.” Jacob confirms. Ethan and Jordan bring me into a room with low lighting and a large black wood pool table with red carpet. The table has intricate designs all around it, as if the artist spent days, weeks, on this specific table. Tiny white dots outline the top of the darkened wood and red pockets sit at the end of all four corners of the rectangular table with a couple more pockets on the sides. Jacob returns with a triangle thing in his hands and sets it on the table to begin putting balls in the middle of it.

— Pool is a game where there's a table and a certain set of balls on top, and you have to hit them into holes until you hit the black one and win. 'Yeah, that was the worst snooker explanation I've ever heard,' Silas says sarcastically as we head downstairs. Trey appears at the bottom of the stairs with a big smile and a bowl of food. “I brought snacks for pool night,” he says. “Someone's using wolf hearing,” Henderson jokes, ruffling Trey's hair before he bolts, and I can hear his chuckle as he runs into the living room. It almost feels like a completely normal thing, even when Valentine comes out of the kitchen and stomps into the living room, holding a piece of paper in the air.

Derek's POV The place Tyler picked for the night looked like a palace that someone decided to turn into a hangout spot for rich people. It had open ceilings, stone floors that probably cost more than a semester of school, and a pool glowing blue under the lights. Right in the middle of it all was a snooker table, which at the moment Jackson was playing badly. “You’re aiming like you are blind,” Tyler said while Jackson leaned over the table dramatically. “Making art takes time,” Jackson replied before taking the shot. The cue ball bounced off three edges and rolled directly into the pocket, and the room erupted in laughter.

There are a few pack members I don’t know who had the same idea, lounging about, Julia included. There are a few games here like a foosball table and even a pinball machine. “They really should get a pool table in here,” Miles mutters. “Like the one you had back at your pack?” I ask. He nods. Julia scurries behind me and gets close to Colt, who’s next to us at the bar. “I’m so happy that you’re okay, Colt. I was so scared,” she says in a soft voice. Most people here don’t hear her because they’re talking, but I’m paying close attention to what she’s saying to him.

The pool table was an elegant piece, its green pristine and inviting. Noah leaned over the table, lining up his shot with careful precision. His blue eyes focused intently on the cue ball, contrasting his usual easygoing demeanor. It indicated how seriously he was taking this casual game. Perhaps because he felt the need to be serious about the stake he had set himself. Vivienne watched him with a playful smile resting on her lips, her own cue stick resting lightly in her hands.

She’s helping to carry liquor bottles and shot glasses. The pool room is beautiful. Low lighting from wall scones and light from bobbing flowers in the pool. It’s tiled to look like a pond with all kinds of animals coming to drink, including several wolves. It’s an idyllic picture and it’s gorgeous. Though my eyes keep going back to Nova and the way that her dark blonde hair sways just above her ass. Looking around, I can see that many of the females are helping my friends get undressed. Looks like pool time will be time for skinny dipping.

Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths. Bloody weapons were stuck in between them here and there, an ax wedged between a massive bone I had no chance of recognizing and a skull; its edge blinked as the light from the walls next to it hit the sharp point. Squinting my eyes and taking a step closer to see, I swear it looked like the blood on it was still wet, still flowing down the handle. And sure enough, as I came closer, I saw the drops fall and land with a splat on an old little leather drum sticking out from the massive wall of skulls and bones.

She looks at me and then over to them finally broken from their trance and milling about talking together at the opposite end of the pool. The pool is a beautiful large rectangle edged in large flat stones so it resembles a natural lake rather than a modern pool. The concrete inside the pool is painted a light green with lights placed every few feet so it looks ethereal. It’s all one depth across, making pool games more fun, although it’s designed for the average tall werewolf, so I can barely touch.