Black Card Novels & Stories

He thought he would get her soon. Unexpectedly, Sienna said, "Since we are talking about the card, I also have a card. Would you mind taking a look at it for me?" Before Carlos could reply, she took a black card out of her purse and placed it in front of Carlos. Immediately, the smile on Carlos's face froze. He looked uglier. He had been in the business for multiple years. With one eye, he could tell that it was the black card from the Swiss Bank Corporation, with no limitation on it.

I know it belongs to Winter's best friend, Blair, and I know you borrowed it to come over. Oh. Blair's car. Right. The car that is now a pile of charred metal. Blair is going to murder me. And not in a "haha I'm so mad" way. In a very literal, "I will end your existence" way. I already know that. Nath pulls out a black card from his wallet. An actual black card. The kind that rich people have in movies. The kind that probably has no spending limit and makes bank tellers weep with joy and confusion.

I responded to him and I heard Mason swear. "What the fuck, Mason? Why are you acting like it's a big deal? It's just a black card and you also have one." I said to him but Mason just shook his head incessantly. "No, no, this is not the same with our black card, this is a fucking VIP black card, you see that small barcode on the bottom side? That's an indication that you have a VIP black card." Mason said and returned the black card to me, I stare at the barcode that he was saying and indeed there was a small barcode attached on the b

I had just realized I've had so much to bare and the only way I had to forget I had such problems was to block everything out and get it out unknowingly to anyone around me. "I'm so sorry, honey." Shamali soothed. Ian just rubbed circles with his thumb on my shoulder, comfortably seated on the armrest. "So, anyway-if my parents, by any chance, come looking for me here, please call me. Here's my number." I said, handing Ian the card. I stood up, completely forgetting the glass in my hand and it slipped just as Ian received the card. The glass broke, spilling its contest all around the floor. Thank God it wasn't carpeted.

I glanced at Liam to ensure he was comfortable, and he nodded. Toralei explained the rules of the game: we would spin the bottle, and whoever it pointed to would pick a card from the box. The card would determine whether the person would be dared or asked a question. Toralei spun the bottle slowly, and my heart raced as I followed its movement. It eventually stopped, pointing directly at me. What terrible luck. "Alright, Jenna," Toralei said, passing me the box. I reache d inside and searched its contents before selecting a piece of paper.

Haven took the card after Camela gave it to him and put it in a black wallet that was very worn and unfit for use. Haven's true power lies in his hands, after three years he renounced all the wealth and power he had as the billionaire war god most feared in the military and business world. The Royal Express MasterCard is the number one rarest BlackCard. In this world, there are only seven types of cards. Only special and selected people are invited by the world bank. with a minimum wealth of 100 billion rupiah who can get the card, must also meet the selection requirements.

At that point, Richard could not help but burst into laughter. Andrius looked at his smug expression and could not be bothered to deal with him. He simply took out another card from his pocket. It was not an ordinary bank card. It was entirely black with a gold border around it. There was neither any description of the bank that issued it nor the card number displayed. There was only a vast ocean adorned with sapphires in the middle, endless and boundless. “That’s...” Richard saw the bank card and suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief. He looked at Andrius in amazement and exclaimed, “The World Bank black card!”

I ignored him and kept my face up straight. “Common, take it. It’s for you.” I remained unresponsive for a while. When his hand hung for a few more seconds, I felt a bit guilty and finally turned my face to look at him. He was still holding it and staring at me. I took the card from his hand and rotate around to know what it truly was. It wasn’t a complimentary card as I suspected, but it was a black credit card. It’s extra exclusively owned by the ultrawealthy people in the country. My eyes widen in shock, this is my first time seeing a black card, I only heard that only extremely wealthy people owned a black card in the count

"What does the color of the card have to do with this?" "Oh goddess, I sometimes forget you're from the woods. Look, a black card is something banks give to their ultra-wealthy clients. Means your mate is rich as fuck. This has no spending limit. You can buy whatever the hell you want with this. He gave it to you without even blinking. So believe me when I tell you that he wouldn't mind a few thousand dollars gone from it. You're the luna of our pack. You should look pretty and classy. Don't worry too much about the money and come with me," She flicked my forehead before dragging me to the next shop.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.