Sticks And Stones Saying Novels & Stories

“Mina who?” Mina stepped forward. She was quiet. Always quiet. Said maybe five words a year. But there she stood—calm, neat, not even a speck of mud on her—presenting the four stones. In perfect order. Our beta nodded. “Mina found the stones with speed, silence, and strategy. A clean win.” I wanted to howl. But instead, I clapped. Sari clapped. Brinn bowed. Aya grumbled, “Respect.”

Seeing my intention, Blake pushed himself off the floor. "We harbour the same intention against each other. I want to kill you with my bare hands" Blake spilled, eyeing the stone on the ground. "I want to sniff the life out of you the same way you want to see me go down. But easy, easy easy, mate. Let's call today our lucky day. Just now, we both escaped a dangerous fate. It seems today isn't our end, we should celebrate and live," he said but I bent forward to grab the stone.

“Hey, we can look forward to a good show. I don't know who Tygra's opponent is, but he’s about to be screwed.” “The stakes are simply ridiculous.” As the admission office had received the two million energy stones, which were gleaming in a pile at one corner, everyone’s eyes could hardly move away from the stones. After waiting for a few minutes for the other party that had yet to appear, someone said, “Are they afraid to come out because Tygra is here?” “Haha, Tygra's fame must have terrified them.” “That’s nothing. Tygra's fame was in full swing back then.”

Silence, I stayed silent while I returned to throw another stone. "I know you won't talk to a bum like me," he stood next to her, "I know your kind and I know they see us as mere trash." All I did was look at him out of the corner of my eye and kept throwing stones. “It doesn't matter”he said in a serene tone”in the end we all go to the same hole whether you are rich or poor, no one escapes death. But since I see that you don't want to talk, I'll give you a tip that can help you with the first thing I heard you say.

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“You know,I blame myself for listening to your froths. In case you haven't noticed,I don't buy your bullshit. This is sheer luck and my experience. What do you know about any of these that makes you think you can pull your weight on anything?” “Because I can. You know this is the mistake most of you make. Thinking so low of others. You know the saying about the abandoned stone? It usually turns out to be the biggest deal. But what do you know?” He said dismissively. “What stupid stone? Just shut up I have better things to attend,” “What's better than I am?” I stopped again. This better not be who I think it is. I turned around for the second time that evening and hoped I guessed wrong.

"If you want to keep the peace, this isn't the way to do it, Stone. You can't just kill and cut up people who come into your territory." "I do want peace," Stone countered. "Perhaps you should remind the people who come into my area of that. I wouldn't have touched those people if they hadn't called my wife a whore. You know better than anyone that my wife is in that place by force. Any other men who dare to speak about my wife, I'll be sure to get their body parts disappeared. Maybe next time I'll cut off something bigger than a tongue. Maybe next time I'll cut off their balls and stuff them in my mouth."

“You… The man screamed in anger. “I’ll see how you screw up next! “Go on! Continue!” Crack! The second stone had a hint of green inside but was still no gem. It would probably need a few hundred more years before finally being able to form something valuable. The stones continued to be cracked open… Every single one of them was utterly useless. The crowd coldly chuckled after seeing the sight. The people around Arlet also laughed. ‘Representative York’s good at fighting…’ ‘But his brain just simply isn’t working at all!’ ‘His brawn isn’t needed in gambling stone, after all!’

It was like a joke that made people laugh. Weiss could not hold his wine glass firmly. His hand trembled, and the wine would spill out from time to time. The audience below the stage was silent. A while later, someone attempted to help Weiss and said, “It’s hard to tell with rough stones. One or two worthless stones don’t matter.” As soon as he spoke, the second and third rough stones were also cut open. These two stones were similarly worthless. They could understand if only the first stone was worthless. But, when three continuous rough stones were of no value, was it still considered a coincidence?

"I-I mean... it's fucking gold, Hope. And diamonds and actual precious stones,” I say as a last attempt to save them. "Fine, we'll pawn them later," she scoffs and rolls her eyes, "But throw your rings to the pile. It's symbolic." "No," I whine. They're also gold, they will probably melt in the fire, "Guys, come on." "Take them off or we'll take them off for you," Rocky adds, taking a menacing step towards me, "I'm not kidding."