Book Review Cards の小説・ストーリー

The players review their cards and Noah speaks angrily. Look at their faces blondy, it doesn't matter the cards you have, no matter what that others have, their expression speaks for itself, he explains. The bottom guy has a good one, his eyes shine slightly, the one on my left has nothing good, although he wants to pretend that he does, with his confident pose but his hand trembling slightly And the one on my right, On the contrary, has revealed nothing. The bets begin, the man in the front bets a thousand dollars, the guy on the left and right equal the bet on chips, and Noah tells me to match it, so I do too.

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There was also a bird, a roof, and an ancient nurse illustrated on the cards. I took a liking to them instantly. “Do you want to stay for a reading?” she asked, bringing out more varieties of the Tarots. "Emm, no, no. I don’t have the time.” I said, still staring at the card. "Can I take a picture, though?" She nodded. “Feel free, dear,” she smiled. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and took pictures of the cards. Especially making sure I got a clear image of my look alike, empress.

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A boy’s voice is tinged with disdain as he speaks in a low whisper. Ignoring the sting of the words, I move to the next shelf, determined to finish my task. I run my fingers along the spines of the books, feeling the textured wear of countless hands that have held them before. I place another card in front of an ancient copy of Turned By Moonlight, the pristine white of the new card stark against the yellowed pages.

His own statement made Ponjie and Fruto frown at him. “Was that sarcasm? Hugo blinked a few times to avoid their gaze and pointed at the cards, “Can I touch these?” “Sure.” Fruto responded, observing him. Hugo gently picked up the cards and stared at them in amazement. There were numbers on the edges and beautiful illustrations depicting something he couldn’t figure out. The back was glossy and embossed with black and gold patterns. It shimmered when reflected in light. “Do you want to play with us?”

He was here for me. When we finally settled down into our usual circle, Linda Lively's book was opened, I noticed the way Kael handled his copy. Like it was something worth respecting, worth holding carefully. It made me smile. “Kael,” April said suddenly, her grin mischievous, “why don’t you read for us?” I half expected him to decline. To smirk and shake his head like reading aloud was beneath him. But instead, he nodded. Took the book and cleared his throat.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a book. A rare first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, its leather-bound cover delicate yet immaculate. She gasped, her fingers brushing over the gilt lettering. Nestled beside it was a small, cream-colored card. She picked it up, her breath catching as she read the elegant script: “For a literature enthusiast. —N.B.”