Blackjack Crossing Golf Course Novels & Stories

The people in the courtyard weren't really that much of a bother. In fact, he only told them to leave because he didn't want to see them, especially Nigel, being around Hannah. "Mr. Winchester, Ms. Emerson, we'll be waiting for both of you at the golf course," Nigel responded with a sullen expression. After he chortled, he continued, "Let's go. We'll get changed as well." There was a golf course beside Corbay Resort. Given the generous landscape of the foot of the mountain, the land was meticulously mowed and an exceptional golf turf from overseas was used for the course.

Not like l had anything in mind towards him, he is just endearingly handsome that anyone would fall for him, nothing much. Yes, that's right. We went on strolling down the corridor that had whale decorations made with high rollers. We finally entered the room that had only the blackjack table, the poker table and the card table. My father and Roosevelt were already seated at the blackjack table directly opposite the mini stage with a microphone and a lanky trolley. "Good luck with buying whatever you want. I can bet, you can't beat me at it,” I grumbled, staring at Leo. "I'm not experienced with stuff like this but I'm sure I can make you give in if I see that I'm losing. So yeah good luck t

“I’ve heard much about you, Azarel. But I didn’t know you had such a lovely wife.” The man winked at me. “I believe you’re here to gamble. What is your pleasure? Poker? Slots?” Ethan’s hand wandered higher, his touch bold and inappropriate for the setting. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes for him to stop, but he ignored me. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs with an air of boredom. “Blackjack,” Ethan replied. The room erupted in hushed murmurs. This lobby was filled with high rollers, and now the pressure of the crowd felt like a physical weight.

“This resort you bought… Is it similar?” He shakes his head. “I will make mine better.” Jonas leads me towards a blackjack table and asks, “Ready to win big, Riley?” I laugh nervously. “I don’t know about that. I’ve never gambled before.” “Don’t worry,” Jonas says, clapping me on the back. “I’ll show you the ropes.” “What? Fuck No. You play. I will watch.” As the night wears on, I watch in awe as Jonas places his chips on the table and starts playing. I don’t understand shit about Black Jack apart from the fact that the total shouldn’t cross 21. A total higher than 21 is called a bust. Whatever.

Thomas noticed her improvement with pride, his eyes sparkling with affection. The friends took turns on the green, their laughter pealing through the serene golf course. Genevieve managed to sink a putt from a surprising distance, while Nichole's persistence paid off with a shot that rolled dramatically around the edge of a sand trap before dropping neatly onto the green. As they played, the sun began its slow descent, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn.

Krystal’s POV — The next day I adjusted my grip on the club, the buttery leather of my glove creaking slightly as I shifted my weight onto my back foot. The sky was a watercolor of gold and blue—another perfect morning, bought and paid for. Birds chirped somewhere beyond the hedges of Fairmont Ridge Golf & Country Estate, which, as of three days ago, now belonged to me. The first swing wasn’t even about the ball. It was about the sound it made when it soared.

It was at that moment Rose understood why cultured rogues were harder to deal with than uncultured ones! … After lunch, Jay suggested that they go golfing. Rose gladly agreed, for she did not know if he would revert to his monstrous ways if she declined. Tourmaline’s golf course was quite a few times larger than ordinary ones. Greenery filled the large landscape. John Ares was currently participating in some rather indecent sports activity with a young lady on the court at that moment.

he added again. David, whose hands were still clasped around my waist, casually wiped a splash of wine from the corner of his lips in a smirk of satisfaction. He seemed mad not to let go of me despite Hilbert's anger. "You no longer have the right to claim Lizzbeth's body, Hilbert," he retorted. "As per our agreement, you will lend me one of your Omegas if you lose tonight's Blackjack card battle." 'Blackjack game? I didn't know there was such a game at a royal ball like this.' I wondered.

Fiona and I had dinner together and spent some time with the baby, before I returned to my study to meet with Kayden in the late evening. I had to get some wheels turning tonight, working this new lead that we uncovered today with the help of our friend “Zigzag.” I pulled up a map of Blackout Casino on my computer. It was a huge, sprawling property comprised of six different high-rise structures and multiple outdoor attractions, including a concert amphitheater, a golf course and several different swimming pools.

The morning sunlight created long, golden shadows on the private golf course behind a quiet estate just outside the city. Raymond swung his club smoothly, and as the club hit the ball, a soft sound filled the air, sending the ball high into the sky. Nearby, Jonathan watched with his arms crossed, a small smile on his face. You still have that perfect Hawthorne swing, he said as Raymond stood up straight.