Card Room Novels & Stories

🦪 🦪 DALE LAZARUS 🦪 I can hear Dora’s every movement in her room, and that only widens my grin. I turn away from the door to my room, going out for a smoke, when a bright color catches my attention. It’s a red card, the card that comes with a dagger. A card only given to players who have hit the top list and survived many fights. The red card means the final fight, a fight with the top 1 fighter… me. “Guess someone has finally reached top 2,” I say to myself, sighing.

The black card is a shortcut card that can reach invincibility. After Tom obtained the black card, he not only could use most of Frost's connections but also gained the right to use Frost's private warehouse. That place Tom had never set foot in, but he knew the things inside were worth a thousand times more than gold and silver mountains. As for what specific things were inside, it required one to use their greatest imagination.

She licked her lips and exhaled deeply without saying another word and she watched Cohen had a conversation with Ryan. “Ryan, can you please explain why the payment can’t be validated without the card?” Cohen inquired. “Sir, the access card contains three digits on its order side and it’s the OTP we will need before we can give the booked space key to them. We can’t sort it out on the hotel’s portal,” Ryan explained. “We treat our customers like a God, but we can’t help this situation. There’s nothing to do without the card.” Cohen discharged a deep breath and glanced at Patricia. “Where do you think the card is?” He threw a question.

A lighter. ‎ ‎And a hard, rectangular plastic card. ‎ ‎"Come into my office," Magnus said, his voice thickening with desire. "I'll pour you a drink. We can... calm your nerves." ‎ ‎He turned to the heavy oak door of his study. ‎ ‎"Yes," I said. "Please." ‎ ‎He swiped his keycard—a black, Alpha-clearance card—to open the door. He put it back in his jacket pocket. ‎ ‎We walked into the study. It was dark, lit only by the embers of the fire.

Got off on the fifty first floor and walked past all the worker's cubicles till he came to stand in front of a large room that he had had emptied himself. The room was soundproofed and had an extra security measure to keep people out unless they have the access to the room through a special key card. Using the master key card in his hands, he opens the door from the outside and the sight he met made his angry evaporate to a moderate extent. In the middle of the room, surrounded by toys and tons of food wrappers, Sue and Ashley are laughing loudly, fighting each other with teddy bears, although one is significantly bigger than the other. Both of them having big sized multi coloured lollipops

Every restaurant entrance now had additional security guards, and the convenience store had begun verifying customers' room information. We wandered the ship for half the day and found nothing. Just then, arguing voices rang out from the hallway. "Give me the card!" "Why should I? We agreed to share it!" Two players were fighting over a card, and one of them was actually holding a legitimate room keycard. We quietly followed the two of them and watched as they used the keycard to unlock a guest room door. The room was empty, the bed neatly made, and the mini-fridge stocked with drinks and snacks.

Dominating the room was a large, plush couch that curved in the shape of a C, providing ample seating for multiple guests. Additionally, there was a sturdy poker table ready for card enthusiasts, and several arcade machines lined the walls, offering a nostalgic burst of fun. Beyond the game room, the house featured a functional laundry room, a well-equipped home gym for workouts, a luxurious steam room for relaxation, and a quiet library filled with shelves of books from floor to ceiling.

A couple of other clients came and went, and then finally, the receptionist called out, “Kate? You’re up. Room three, down the hall.” “Thanks,” I replied, standing up and heading that way. I pushed open the door to the room, and there she was, standing by the massage table, adjusting some towels. Cardi, her name tag said. She was tall, with this masculine vibe that hit me right away—broad shoulders, thick arms that looked like they could lift me without breaking a sweat, and short-cropped hair that framed her sharp jawline. She wore a fitted black polo that hugged her muscles, and damn, she was sexy in a way that made my stomach do a little flip.

, she said in what I would consider a 'very boring' voice, so I rolled my eyes. I pushed the boxes to rest on one hand before picking my wallet quickly out of my pocket. I dropped the boxes on the elevator floor and pulled out the exclusive card from my wallet. I put the card into the rectangle bar on the elevator wall and the door closed. "Where are we going to?", Amelia asked with wide eyes and I sighed. "The underground garage. No one has the card to it except for me and Scott", I replied and she nodded. "Wow", she breathed out and trailed off after.

But whatever my first lover’s game, I'm not playing it. We reach the end of the hall, where a heavy, reinforced steel door stands apart from the other rooms. Ryder pulls a keycard from his pocket, swipes it through the digital reader, and the lock disengages with a heavy, mechanical thud. He pushes the door open and gestures for me to precede him. The space is utilitarian, with gray concrete floors and black walls. A padded table, a spanking bench that looked like a sawhorse, a large wooden X, and a bed outfitted with nothing but a fitted, black silk sheet.