8s And Aces Novels & Stories

Everyone kept their bets pretty minimal. Discard one, flip the turn card. Three of diamonds. Thane raised one hundred. Everyone called. I discarded and flipped the river. Ace of clubs. Shit. I had nothing but a pair of threes. Tove and Sweetcheeks folded. I called. Thane won with a pair of Jacks. Asshole. "Shirt, please," Sweetcheeks called, her smile big and bright enough to light up the city. She clapped her hands together. "I like this game much better."

Wild Bill began delegating the more dangerous liaisons to the henchman's special skillset. He didn't mind. Over the years, it helped dull the pain of Aimee's rejection. Until he walked out the door today and her scent hit him like a freight train, now he couldn't bear to have her out of his sight. Why was she back? His eyes traveled the length of her, memorizing every curve, dip, and feature he could see. Did she still bear the Aces and eights mark? Their patch was a set of four cards, two black eights (clubs and spades), and two black spades.

The table now has a seven of cups, a three of swords, a king, and the ace of coins — the most valuable card in the deck. Matteo wore a smug smirk as he dropped the seven of coins like he already owned the trick, ready to scoop everything. And I wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk off his lips. Which I was about to do anyway. I laid down the quiet five of coins and the table suddenly fell silent. So far in this game, I've learnt that the five let's you "declare" a scopa if you pick the exact matching card later. Nobody declares early, unless they're suicidal... Or the already knows the future.

The 10, Jack, Queen, and King. “Ha! I won!” the bearded man yelled enthusiastically, revealing his hand: 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9. All hearts. A straight flush. He was certain this lethal combination would crush his opponent. “Only fools rush in,” Michael countered. He flipped his cards over with a sharp thud on the table. The Ace of Diamonds. The dealer immediately declared Michael the winner. “You’re older than my father. You really shouldn't have embarrassed yourself by losing to me.”

Philip sighed and said while pretending to be scared, “I’m so lucky. If this queen of spades had gone to you, I would’ve been in trouble!” The foreigner picked up his wine glass and swirled it. He raised his eyes, saying, “Even though I didn’t get that card, you won't necessarily win this. The fourth card has been called to eight million dollars. For the fifth card, are you going all-in again?” Philip nodded and said, “That's right. If I call 8.5 million or 8.7 million this time, it’d seem like I'm being petty.” While saying that, he pushed the small mountain of chips in front of him forward.

Not Tyson gorgeous, but diffidently good looking. I slide over to Thomas and sit on his lap. “This is fun,” Bridget says to me as she sits on Judge’s lap. Judge smiles at her with a soft loving expression. It’s almost sweet. I check Thomas’s cards and see a good hand. He’s been dealt a full house, Ace’s high. Bridget has a stone face. She is actually a good poker babe. I could never read Judge and I can’t read Bridget either. I see Ace smirking. I lean down and whisper.

And will always be. —----------------------------------------- Ace’s POV I debated cancelling Angel's airplane ticket several times last night. I knew and recognized that she had finally realized the painful truth. The previous Ace Kingston wouldn't have cared, seeing it as an opportunity to increase the savagery. But the new Ace, George Brooks, questioned how he'd deal with her.

When her cards are revealed, she tries to ignore Marco's glare, who's probably wondering why the hell she would raise the last card so much when she has such a rotten hand! Then, James reveals his hand. 3 of SPADES and 8 of SPADES — Three of a Kind! Really, this is the best possible hand, since there's no more possibilities for a straight, a flush or four of a kind! No, wait… there's the possibility of a FULL HOUSE! It's very, very unlikely, but… How could she forget such an important hand? If the Unknown Guy accepted her raise… No! It cannot be… The Unknown reveals his hand. ACE of HEARTS and 5 of GOLD — Two Pair...

Breck muttered as he laid his cards, revealing a three-of-a-kind with two kings in his hand and one on the table. “Well, I got nothing.” Dominic put his card down, revealing two and an eight. Everyone turned toward me as they waited for me to reveal my cards. Since I wanted to play it down, I forced myself to keep my excitement down as I revealed my cards. “Is four of a kind better than a straight?” “Damn, girl, you have to be a closet nerd or something. This is the first time I have seen a girl win.” Dominic leaned forward, scooted my cards closer, picked them up, and shoved them in Axel’s face. “Would you look at that?” Dominic teased.

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.