Blackjack Crossing Golf Course Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Amazing. You're treating me with someone's money!" "Oh, quit fussing with the details. Yara, drive." They soon arrived at a prestigious clubhouse by the river, and the security guard took a moment to check who they were before letting them through. The waitresses were all dressed in pretty dirndls, while the waiters wore elegant vests. The first floor was equipped with various gambling equipment, while to the back was a golf course and a racehorse circuit. Many of the rich kids were already on their horses, and Vicky was pulling Frank along too. "Come on, let's go for a ride—we rarely do it, since we're always driving."

One is black and one is pink. "We are riding on bicycles?" she asked with excitement. He nodded, feeling content that she was happy. They both got on their bicycles and started riding side by side on the walking wall around the manicured lawn. "This is the golf course. I love playing golf. So I made my own golf course to play whenever I feel like I need a break" he shared while pointing at the green patch of land. Belatedly Rose noticed a goalpost in the middle. "There is a basement cum garage at the back of the cabin. Golf carts and the clubs are all stored there" he shared.

Tired of feeling like I was losing myself in someone else’s chaos. “You want to give it a try?” a voice asked beside me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned quickly, blinking at the Asian dude. I’d been so deep in my head, I’d almost forgotten I was standing in the middle of a golf course with him and Alex. “I don’t really know how to play,” I laughed lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear as he gently nudged the golf club toward me. “Huh? But you’re an expert.” He grinned, playful. “Isn’t she an expert, Mr. Blackwood?”

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’m used to our only conversations being in his kitchen over a meal. “Is it my excellent company that’s made you change your mind?” he asks smugly. His lips twitch with the beginning of a smirk. I shake my head and can’t help but smile at his comment. “I don’t know if I’d describe your company as excellent, but what I meant was I understand why people like golf.” I look out the side of the golf cart, taking in the breathtaking view of the Pembroke Hills world-famous golf course. There’s a reason people pay big money to keep their membership at Pembroke, and the golf course is one of the biggest ones. You can’t play it unless you’re here with a member, and even then, from what I understand, t

Wrong. Coffee from the lobby tastes burnt. I drink it anyway. I'm going to the tournament. The decision is easy. Staying away would be impossible. The golf course is already crowded when I arrive at ten. Families spread blankets on the grass. Vendors sell hot dogs and beer. I find a spot in the back. Sunglasses on. Baseball cap pulled low. The practice green is visible from here. Jackson's there. White polo. Navy pants. Putting. He looks tired. Dark circles even from this distance. But his movements are sharp. Focused.

And now, sitting in the back of this car, heading toward an unknown destination, I could no longer ignore the gnawing truth. I wasn’t ready to meet Christian’s grandfather. I sighed again, closing my eyes as I leaned my head against the plush leather headrest. My mind was racing, desperately trying to come up with a convincing excuse that would satisfy Mr. Blackwood. A reason why I hadn’t taken the pregnancy test yet. Why I hadn’t mailed it over to him as he had demanded. The longer I sat in silence, the heavier the tension in my chest grew. Twenty minutes later, the car pulled into an expansive golf course, the vast greenery stretching endlessly before me. My gaze flickered to a large sign

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."

Black hurried over to Stephen and struck up a conversation with him "Is that Stephen I see there? It is such a happy accident that we were able to run into each other at this Rainforest golf course. I am well aware that you are a frequent visitor to the Wild Island golf course." Stephen did not give Mr. Black's assertions much credence because, despite his wealth, Mr. Black did not hold a very prominent position among the wealthy residents of the city. Having said that, upon seeing Mark in the hands of Mr. Black, Stephen proudly stated: "I thought the golf course on Wild Island had closed about a week and a half ago. Is the fact that you are unaware of recent events attributable to the infre

” He just motions with his eyes while handling me my stick. My eyes widen when I see a man dressed in all black under the blazing sun. What is he doing here?” It's Machado. He's wearing sunglasses again, scanning me with those eyes behind the lenses. He is with his trusted sub and two others, walking to sit and watch. “This isn't a match?” Minutes pass as I hit balls, which roll into holes without a second try. Two hours passed as my caddie wheezed, tired from carrying the heavy bags. Timmy rides the golf cart.