Card Room Novels & Stories

Even though Jay thought Haris would kiss the tiles. While the two men were fighting, Ruby scanned the scattered folders. However, she minimized the possibility. Documents such as extermination methods were impossible to drop from the table. Ruby quietly crouched, relying on the table for protection. The drawers were swiftly opened one by one, hoping to get a clue. The final drawer reveals a medium-sized rectangular box. She momentarily peeked at the fight; it was still safe. Opening the box carefully, a unique tap card accessed the room. The rough engraving on the surface of the card read New Carbon Laboratory. Ruby was interested in sniffing the card, and her eyelids suddenly widened—burnin

Logan opened the car door for us and we went inside, thinking Logan entered with us but he wasn't and the door closed behind us. "Alex, it's dark as shit in here." Zoe started panicking. The lights came on, exposing a room with a lot of three doors, blue, white and black. In front of them were tables with a facedown card on it. We scoped the room, there were 4 cameras in each corner and a speaker above the doors.

Alexander took the card from him. Written on the card was 08, but Alexander unknowingly held it upside down, misreading it as 80. Without waiting for Arthur, who was still on the phone, Alexander decided to go ahead and relax in the room. When Alexander arrived at Room 80, he inserted the card into the slot to unlock the door. Unbeknownst to him, this room had already been booked by two best friends and one of them was inside.

Josh approached her, observing her struggle. "Let's try going in together," Mr. Josh suggested, leaning closer to the door. A small robot emerged and promptly scanned Mr. Josh eyes. The door finally opened, leaving Lucinda wide-eyed with surprise. "We don't use the card for entry here. It's a security measure to prevent unauthorized access. Cards can be easily stolen," Mr. Josh explained, leading Lucinda through the vast room bustling with employees immersed in their work with various chemicals. Ralph soon joined them. "You made it," Ralph acknowledged, his eyes scanning Lucinda's appearance.

******* Third Person (Limited) The corridor outside Carrie’s hotel room was silent. A strange man moved quietly, like someone who’d done this before. He paused at the corner, glanced down the hall, and waited until a housekeeper’s cart rolled out of sight. Then, slipping a gloved hand into his pocket, he pulled out a sleek metallic card. A master key. He hesitated for a heartbeat, then slid it through the electronic slot. A faint green light blinked. Click. The door opened without a sound.

The black ink sizzled, leaving a perfect, scorched fingerprint. I'll be back, Jack thought. And next time, I'm not asking. Jack found the others in the "Recreation Sector" on Deck 4. It was a jarring shift in tone. The room was designed to look like a high-end lounge in Vegas. Plush velvet sofas, a holographic pool table, and a bar stocked with bottles that cost more than Jack’s childhood home. Ben Carter was sitting on a barstool, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe and sunglasses. He was holding a burger the size of his head in one hand and a game controller in the other.

The first time I meet my girlfriend, Nadine Grant‘s parents, she stops me at the door. Her childhood friend and neighbor, Nick Lockwood, has just pulled a tarot card. The card says I'll attract trouble today, so I shouldn't go inside. Before I can say a word, Nadine reaches for the gifts in my hands. "Wait in the car for a while," she says. "When dinner's over, we'll go home together." I don't let go. "I've spent over a month getting ready to meet your parents, and you're not even letting me in?" Displeasure is written all over her face. "Andy, I'm doing this for your own good!" Before I can argue, she shoves me back into the car. Nick smiles at me through the car window. He says, "

Just sitting there on the cotton like it grew out of the fabric overnight, matte and dark as a bruise. My heart kicks sideways. I snatch it up, glancing around the room like the sender might still be lurking in a corner. Nothing. Just Lulu, standing at her crib rail, smacking her palms in her morning percussion routine. The window's locked. The door's latched. Doesn't matter. Liora's never needed doors. Inside: a single card. Thick paper, the kind that feels like it costs more than my rent. Handwritten in ink so dark it looks wet.

The curse of being rich, that's what I thought. After choosing one of their smallest rooms, Jayden and I received a hotel-like key card with the room number printed on it. It was still early for people to visit this place, so it was no surprise that the two of us got to the room without seeing anyone else. The karaoke room itself wasn't anything special with its modern, leather, and black interior, but I preferred being able to see and move around without bumping into neon lights, spotlights, or disco balls that were often scattered about in the more thematic rooms.

“Give him the highest Alpha Shadow Chamber with the premier room service. Every single expense goes straight onto this card.” He is loaded with pack resources anyway! Kaelen, “…” The front desk clerk, “…” Are the ruling elites of the hockey empires always this wildly reckless with their wealth? The female clerk shifts nervously under our gaze, lifting her eyes to ask, "Does the card require a security pin?" I plant my elbow straight into Kaelen's midsection. His chest is already bandaged from the silver knife wound, and now my blow makes his stomach ache. He feels like his breath is about to leave his body permanently. "No pin."