Blackjack Crossing Golf Course Novels & Stories

David replied evenly, his tone calm and unruffled, yet without a hint of rejection. David paused briefly, then gestured to the extra set of golf clubs nearby. “But, since you're here, why not join us for a game?” Jay quickly nodded, hiding his excitement. “I would be honored.” The golf course was immaculate, the lawn a perfect green, and the small white ball glinted in the sunlight. Though Jay attempted to act focused, it was clear that his skills were lacking. His stance was awkward, his swings clumsy—the ball either landed in the sand pit or barely rolled forward in the grass. David, on the other hand, played like a pro. Each swing was strong and precise, the ball tracing an elegant arc th

“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.

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.

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.

That weekend, the fall sun hung high in the bright blue sky as it shone on the lush green field. Bryce was playing golf with Kendrick Scott of Scott Group. He wore black casual attire that felt nice to the touch. Its soft and comfortable material made his tall figure look more handsome. His noble character was showing naturally. Bryce held the golf club above the ground and bent his knees a little. Then, he swung his arms at the golf ball, and the ball flew out astonishingly.

Jett tugged my hands gently breaking me out of my thoughts as he led me away through doors that opened automatically to the outside. The golf course at night was beautiful. Perfectly manicured grass and carefully placed lights illuminating the greens without being too bright. Trees and water features are positioned artfully. Everything designed to perfection. In the distance I could see two figures on the course. One was taking a shot. The sound of club hitting ball carried clearly. A sharp clean crack. The ball arced through the air and landed on the green. "That's probably my grandfather," Jett said quietly. "He plays every evening when the weather's good."

My legal husband for nearly five years, and yet a complete stranger. "I have no intention of meeting him," I said evenly, cutting into my steak. "Our contract expires in three months. There's no point." George slammed his palm on the table, making the crystal glasses jump. "This isn't a request, Audrey. This marriage secured the Bailey Group. Don't you know the stakes involved in this? " I set down my knife and fork with deliberate precision, my eyes never leaving George's face. "Oh, I understand the stakes perfectly well." My voice was calm, almost conversational, but edged with steel.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

“Tell me.” “I just got word that Harrison Forde and Jeremiah Shawn are hitting the greens at Moonfell Club tomorrow,” Tabitha said, her voice full of pride. “It’s a private session, very exclusive. Harrison invited me to join them, and I mentioned I had a guest I wanted to bring along.” I sat up straight, the fog of the day lifting. “Tabitha, you are a miracle worker.” She laughed, the sound rich and melodic. “I know I am. You can pay me back with a very expensive dinner later. I assume you know how to handle yourself on a golf course?”