Blackjack Crossing Golf Course Novels & Stories

She felt naked without her gun. "Blackjack is not gambling, Harper," Sebastian leaned heavily on his cane, adjusting his bowtie. His face was pale, but his eyes were razor-sharp. "It is a statistical probability distribution. And right now, the probability of us starving is 100%." "So let's change the odds." He offered her his arm. "You are the player. I am the... eccentric uncle." "Listen to my voice. Do exactly what I say." [The Table] They sat at a high-stakes Blackjack table. The dealer was a man with a gold tooth and dead eyes. "Minimum bet is fifty," he grunted.

golf game. Lily pushed open the large, polished wooden door and knocked twice, her voice carrying into the room. "Can I come in, Mr. Hamilton?" Inside, Mr. Hamilton stood on a small, meticulously manicured lawn, surrounded by lush greenery and adorned with elegant furnishings. He was dressed in a casual yet refined outfit, holding a golf stick and poised to hit a ball. As he heard Lily's voice, he turned around, a hint of a smile on his face. "Oh, Lily, it's good to see you," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Look at my shot," he added, gesturing to the ball.

Heather looked much more intimidating than she had been when she was a child, and it frightened him thoroughly. “That’s bullsh*t. There can’t be such a place. Those who play golf here are either wealthy or influential. What would happen when their cell phone signal is jammed? Can your golf course take responsibility for the consequences?” Heather asked while pointing at the golf course manager. She firmly believed that he was a bad guy right now, and she even suspected that Robert had been kidnapped. “Our golf course introduced this new policy recently, and it’s been widely praised by our customers. Our customers also understand this, so they typically have their matters arranged before comi

Sebastian, puzzled by the abrupt shift, stammered, "I thought you said ..." Seeing Jordan's determined gaze, Sebastian quickly added, "Yes, I have it ..." Before Sebastian could finish his sentence, Jordan firmly gripped the golf club, stood up, and interrupted, "I've heard Mr. Hauser's got some killer golf skills. I'm all in for learning from the best today." With a confident swing, the white golf ball traced a perfect parabolic path through the air and landed precisely in the hole. Meanwhile, Paul closely watched Jordan's back at the rest area near the golf course, where their conversation could be overheard.

The situation outside was rather crowded and packed with people who came to see them. Rose felt like it was like the end of the world and her mind couldn't function like it used to before. It was not until a loud cheer sounded that she realized that the first round was over. "Mr. Davis won the second round! It is one point versus one for now!" Then came another shock. Rose realized that two rounds had gone past just like that. She looked at the table and only then did her thoughts get pulled back a little. Blackjack? They were playing blackjack!

he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Georgina found herself entranced by the scene unfolding before her. It was her first encounter with the game of Poker, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the meticulous arrangement of the table. The dealer expertly positioned the cards, ensuring every detail was in place. A small sign caught her eye, bearing the words "Table minimum bet: five thousand euros." It was a stark reminder of the high stakes involved in this game.

I replied, keeping my tone polite and deferential. He turned away, joining his friends with a swagger that only a man of his stature could muster. I lagged behind, the weight of the golf bag pulling at my shoulder, sweat trickling down my neck. The group’s laughter grew louder, their voices mingling with the clink of ice in their drinks. One of them, a silver-haired man with a gold Rolex gleaming on his wrist, grumbled, “This course is a joke. Last year, I played at Pebble Beach—now that’s a real golf course.” “You can’t compare,” Alfred replied, rolling his shoulders before lining up his next shot. “But it’s what we’ve got around here. Spencer, hurry with those clubs!”

Mark said, looking tenderly into her eyes. Anna felt some relief hearing his words. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, lifted the golf club, and took a powerful swing to hit the ball. Breaking the silence of the golf course, everyone heard a loud sound. Anna felt as if a gust of wind brushed past her ears. In her agitation, even this slight breeze felt like a storm. The white golf ball was still standing in its place, shining in the sun. What Anna had hit with her club was actually the grass behind the ball, which landed somewhere far away, kicking up dust behind it.

But perhaps this could only attract her attention for as long as two looks. Jepherson suddenly felt that his thoughts were very funny. What the h*ll was going on? "Come here." His tone was a little better than previously. After that, Jepherson walked towards the glass window, pushed it open, and walked through it. As Raeleigh watched him going in, she thought he would make a scene if she did not follow suit, so she went in with him. It was not until she got past the glass door that Raeleigh found that the golf course here covered an area of almost one football field. It was a rather big area, considering that this was an indoor golf course.