Blackjack Crossing Golf Course Novels & Stories

Ava’s POV The message came just after sunset. Ethan: Meet me at the Southridge Gym. 8 p.m. You’ll understand when you get here. I almost ignored it. Almost. But by seven-thirty, I was already driving, headlights slicing through the quiet stretch of highway that connected Charlotte to the smaller districts. The night felt heavier than usual, like it knew I was heading somewhere I shouldn’t. Southridge wasn’t far — forty minutes from the city, tucked between worn-out warehouses and fading streetlights. The gym was old, local, the kind of place you’d miss if you weren’t looking.

I nodded with a smile and swung my club and picked up a white ball “Great, Isa… You are with me,” Kenny said and walked to Isabella's side. I was surprised how giddy Shawn and Kenny got whenever Isabella was involved. *** A golf course consisted of either 9 or 18 holes, each with a teeing ground or tee box that was set off by two markers showing the bounds of the legal tee area, fairway, rough and other hazards, and the putting green surrounded by the fringe with the pin (normally a flag stick) and cup. Shania had gotten the info from one of her clients,

I asked the driver. The taxi driver glanced at his GPS where he typed the address that Haidee gave to me. “We’re not that close yet, miss. Anyway, you don’t look like you are going to the golf course.” Golf course? Who? Me? “I am going where?” I asked him. “To the golf course. The address that you told me is the golf course.” But there’s no ‘golf course’ in the address! On second thought, the name of the address has ‘Fly and high’ words.

Or having Phoenix show her how to put his arms wrapped tightly around her, his body pressed against hers. Genie genuinely played a few bad shots, that’s how distracted she was by his nearness. She almost made it around without raising Phoenix's suspicions. The last hole was a difficult one. A clump of tall trees made it very hazardous to cut the corner in an attempt to reach the green in one. Henry, by this time very smug at their imminent victory, suggested a bet on this last hole, placing a fifty-dollar bill on their combined scores.

Quietly, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to his driver. Go outside and play a police siren through the car’s Bluetooth. Make it loud. The driver nodded subtly and slipped out of the house. Moments later, Mr. Ajayi stormed back into the room. Without warning, he lunged forward and threw a handful of dry garri straight into Kingsley’s eyes. “Ahh!” Kingsley screamed as the grains hit him directly. The burning sensation was instant and blinding. “You wicked man!” he shouted, clutching his face.

Lush green fairways stretched endlessly under the clear blue sky, lined by manicured hedges and glistening sand traps. When Serena parked her car, a uniformed assistant promptly approached her at the entrance. “Good afternoon, Miss Morales,” the assistant greeted with a polished smile. “Mr. Murray is expecting you. This way, please.” Serena followed the assistant through the grand entrance of the clubhouse, past towering glass windows that overlooked the expansive greens. But instead of heading straight for the course, she was led toward a changing room. “The grass and sand on the course require careful maintenance, so all guests must wear appropriate attire,” the assistant explained. “We’ve

Blog posts. From what I remembered, the guy was supposed to use a ‘come-hither’ curl of his fingers to hit your spot. Connor was doing that, except he was on the opposite side, so I guess it was more of a ‘go-thither’ gesture. Or the way a person says ‘hit me’ in blackjack by rubbing his cards with two fingers.

Rue's voice pierced through the silence in the room as he turned to Cecilia's son, indicating he had finished his food. "Yes," Adam replied. Rue nodded before turning his gaze towards me. "I'll play golf. Do you want to join me?" he offered, his tone cold and indifferent. Here he goes again with his unpredictable behavior. He was extending an invitation, but his tone lacked any warmth or enthusiasm. His eyes seemed to silently urge me to accept as if suggesting that declining would only worsen his birthday. Not wanting to provoke another argument, I reluctantly agreed. "Okay." After finishing our meal, we headed to the golf course on Isla Llevaste to play a round. The courses here were diffe

Caleb lifted his glass, “Matt’s changed out his Lady Luck tonight for Grace I saw.” I gave him a pleasant smile, “I wanted to float around a little, and Matt figured it would be better to have someone who knew how to play the game.” Caleb laughed, “I imagine Grace knows how to play all sorts of games at this point!” He looked at Mordecai who seemed a bit preoccupied with scanning the blackjack area. I wished I didn’t have to be sitting with Caleb either as he leered at me occasionally. “I’m sure you know how to play them all too, Cherry.” He licked his lips.

The symbols aligned, and to both their surprise, the machine chimed, indicating a win. They exchanged glances, and Ashley couldn't contain her excitement. "See, Ian? Luck is on our side tonight!" Encouraged by their initial success, Ashley led Ian to a blackjack table. She handed him a stack of chips, saying, "Let's try this! It's all about strategy." Ian, still a bit skeptical, took a seat, and Ashley joined him. As the cards were dealt, Ashley's enthusiasm was infectious. She guided Ian through the game, explaining the rules and suggesting strategic moves.