Card Room Novels & Stories

In my opinion black carpet is a good choice as it can hide stains and anything you don't want to know about. The movie room is basically like the games room, but with one massive flat screen and theatre seats instead of couches. The wolf who identified as my mate led me down a long hallway and to a door with wooden carvings engraved into it. The carvings show one mighty, large wolf leading an army of other similarly large wolves against some kind of human looking though not quite human creatures. The wolf was standing proudly at the very head of the whole army, a vast number of wolves behind him as he led them into battle. There must be thousands! Of foes, that was. I was still perusing the

"Oh, he told me to keep it AND gave me his credit card" Instead, I typed: Me: It's complicated. Need to tell you in person. Lillian: OMG you're killing me! Fine, lunch tomorrow? I need ALL the details! Me: Deal. I set my phone aside and looked at the black card again. The only marking on it was the name of an exclusive bank and "Aiden Carter" embossed in raised letters that matched the card's matte black finish. What game was Aiden Carter playing? And more importantly, why did I feel like I was losing even though I didn't understand the rules?

Bowden laughed mockingly. The card Leon took out had a garish appearance, with the words, Supreme Card, printed on the upper right corner. It looked more like a saloon membership card rather than a bank card! What kind of fool would pay hospital bills with a saloon membership card? Bowden struggled to control himself from cackling like a madman!

His voice immediately drew everyone's attention. The group quickly gathered around him. Mounted on the wall was a golden button. Written directly beneath it were two words: CORE ROOM. "We found it," Nathan said seriously. His gaze then shifted toward the card slots positioned beside the button. "We need two access cards." The atmosphere immediately became tense again. Erick turned toward Ivy. "Can I have the door card I gave you earlier?" he asked. Then he added, "You and Darren can stay here." "What?" Ivy raised an eyebrow.

Betha was also the first time here, when submitting the card was still very urgent, pulling Anne Jenner's hand into the room, the girls' card room was on the third floor, into the elevator to go up. Pushing open a door, I heard a faint scent of sandalwood, all the lighting was a bit dark, and there was a basic flower-engraved screen decoration with an ancient atmosphere. The smell of sandalwood inside is also accompanied by the smell of tobacco, not difficult to smell, and has a kind of infatuation. Betha squeaked and said, "They're all famous boys in L-city." Anne Jenner snorted, on the contrary, could not see any princes, because basically there was a barrie

I asked, bewildered. Sasha looked at me with raised eyebrows. "You don’t know what this is?" I shook my head, and Sasha handed me the card. It was plain but gleaming, with no visible chip. In one corner, three small letters were inscribed: "M.C.S." The card's simplicity was overshadowed by its aura of opulence and power.

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

Marco asks, staring at the keycard as though it is the greatest joke he’s seen all his life. “What do you mean?” I ask, startled by the deep timbre in his voice. “This is room 410,” he announces. “And this keycard says 401.” “What?” I gasp, unwilling to believe that he is saying the truth. There is no way I am the intruder, “Are you joking?”

My shoulder shrugs slightly, purely to try and make it seem like I'm indifferent right now when I'm not. Darren watches me for a long moment, then exhales slowly. He leans back, his hand moves off my leg and I watch as he reaches into his jacket pocket. A second later, he presses a key card into my hand. “Room 714,” he says. “Give me five minutes.” My eyes go down, and I stare at the card, my skin tingles where his fingers brush against mine. I don't say anything else, I just stand and leave while clutching the card.

She looked ready. I moved around the warehouse looking for cars or any signs of life. The place looked abandoned. I pushed open the back door carefully, trying to keep it quiet. But there was no other noise to cover the small creaking of the rusty metal. I looked around the space. There were boxes and some wood panels but otherwise the space was empty. There was just a box in the middle that had a simple card on it. I stared at it curiously. I couldn’t imagine how he could set a trap here with just a card, so I approached carefully, but I held a hand out to stop Camilla from following me, just in case.