Card Room Novels & Stories

“Because I’ve watched them make the same mistake with every girl they try to keep.” “I’m not a girl they’re keeping,” I said flatly. “No,” he agreed. “You’re the girl who burns the house down.” He slipped something from his coat and pressed it into my hand. A black card. Embossed. Midnight. Twelve Gates Club. Ask for the Black Room. My stomach twisted—a thrill and a warning. “When you’re ready to stop being a pawn,” he said, backing away, “come see what the other side of the board looks like.”

I called Ryan again to be sure his message hadn’t been a mistake but his number didn’t go through. “This had better be good.” Marque and Co. was one of those sophisticated banks that needed key cards to open the main door. Every elite client we had, had a key card that could open most doors, other not-so-elite clients needed the security guards to open for them. Staffers also had key cards and I used mine to open the door. I pushed it open and entered, my footsteps echoing and bouncing off the walls. I felt queasy as I looked around and spotted no one.

Disclaimer!! This story contains explicit adult content intended for mature readers aged 18 and above. All characters are fictional adults. Reader discretion is advised. EMMA'S POV The hallway would not stay still. I pressed my shoulder against the wall and squinted at the door in front of me, my key card loose in my hand. The numbers kept shifting. I was almost certain it was my room. Almost. I had been on the fourteenth floor, on the eighteenth. It could be one of those.

"This Black Dragon card has a lot of benefits and I just found out that Dad has a lot of money from the company's acquisition." Steffy looked at the card in her hand. Then, she stared at the entire room design. "The design of this Stalin Neo Classic style room is indeed specially designed for Black Dragon cardholders. Inexplicably, Lexus fell in love with the Russian country!" Steffy put Odolf's Black Dragon card into a handbag she always carried. He was taken aback when he heard the sound of her smartphone. "Oh, who called me?" Steffy immediately moved back to the bed where her phone was. She read Noah's name and looked uninspired.

I laughed to myself, it looks like Red has a boy version ah. There was what the Admiral and Admin took out of their pocket then that one one was given to us. It's a small card, our cards are different colors. "That's what you're going to use to open this door." Said the admiral and swiped a card to the side of the door. it suddenly opened and from where I was standing I could see the expensive things inside the facility.

Caroline could hear the low music thumping from the speakers in the corners. "Where are we going"? She asked in a curious tone. Were there any hidden pleasure rooms? Any private rooms? Though the idea was thrilling yet she was feeling a little out of place. "Trust me". Xavier spoke only two words before they reached a dark brown door at the end. He took out a key card from his pocket and swiped the door open.. "And why do you have the card"? She stood by the door, crossing her arms on her chest.

I mean, this place is just crazy. But what blows my mind is the fourth room. My jaw drops as soon as Reed excitedly opens the door and reveals that it is an actual arcade! Racing simulators hum in the center, claw machines and skee-ball lanes fill the corners, and there are pinball machines, basketball hoops, and all other sorts of fun things scattered everywhere. “Holy shit. This place is the real deal!” “Right?” Reed grins. “Wanna fire one up?” “Wait, can I? Are you sure Rhett is—”

Darius waves him off with a flick of his other hand. His palm leaves my mouth and holds my forearm. He pulls me into the elevator along with him and press the private button and scan an access card. I remember Li telling me it's the 50th floor. She must have been confused. I keep my gaze downcast until we reach our floor. He pulls me after him towards a wooden door carved with the picture of an angel hugging a person who's face is hidden. He scans the card again and the door opens. I am surprised to see a living room with two black color couches placed at a right angle, in front of which is a big rectangular glass coffee table.

Helen asked as she walked me towards a door. "It's cardiology" "That's really nice" Stepping into the room, I saw a wide room filled with two guys and a young lady who looks a couple of years older than me. The room is well packed with many decorative like flowers on pots littering the shutter windows, books piled up high on stationary tables, fish aquarium on one side. This was an office no doubt. There's a demarcation with tables and chairs that split the room into four. Each table carrying its own books and other office necessities.

She opened the top drawer and pulled out two cards, each with a protective cover. She handed them to me individually, explaining what they were, “This card is your access card to get to this floor. We recently upgraded our alpha-numeric keypad to a card-swipe entry system. It is more secure and logs anytime a specific card is used by timestamping and dating the use,” she explained.