Card Room Novels & Stories

The cameramen came closer to view and I told them to also show everybody's arm in the room. Can you see this? This is the evidence and also the card. I have already set up rules, and what do I mean? Before you enter certain places, your card will be proof. What are those places, the mall, the eatery, the hotels, social gatherings, and so on? It will come to a point that without the card, you won't be given any medical attention. The room became noisy, people murmuring and smiling and suddenly they started clapping and nodding their heads.

I asked. "Take them." I looked down at the cards, the moment I looked closely, my jaw nearly dropped. "No." Roman raised a tiny brow. "No?" "I can't take these." I stood up from the bed gently, walking away from him. "You can." He answered softly, turning towards me. I stared at the cards again. My hand slammed into my forehead. "This one," Roman said, walking close, pointing to the first card, "is for emergencies." I nodded slowly. “Okay?”

"So this is for you as well?" A card. Safira shook her head in confusion. "What did it mean?" She inquired about Marisa's holding a card. "You are so innocent, my dear. Don't you know what kind of card this is?" Safira's innocence was mocked by Marisa's loud voice. "What kind of card is that?" "In the city, there is an accessible luxury hotel room! They use cards rather than keys to grant entry and exit from the hotel." Marisa clarified. "Wow, that's awesome!" Safira wonders what relevance this has to be given that Marisa currently has access to hotel rooms.

I groaned out of anger as I walked towards the door to lock it before any other intruder barged inside. As I walked towards the bathroom, I saw a card lying on the bed. I walked towards it and picked it up. It was a platinum card. One side of my lips pulled to the side. The card was for Bruno, and I doubt he would have noticed that he had left it in my room. I kept the card in my wardrobe between some of my clothes. I knew his pin as it had slipped out of Rave's mouth one of the days he came to spend time with me.

“Well, Malevolent, let’s see what our new home for senior year looks like.” Unlocking the door, we step inside, and I look around. It’s quaint, a little old, but it’s clean. The smell of citrus blossoms from cleaning products fills the air, courtesy of the Alpha and Luna I presume. I walk through to the kitchen, and the first thing I spot is the card that sits on the table propped against a ginormous hamper of fruit. “Meow…” Malevolent purrs, before she leaps off onto the table. I walk over to the table and pick up the card, I begin to read it out loud in an exaggerated posh accent.

So were the other rooms full. No sign of life proved otherwise. It was eerily silent in here. The small man searched for the key in the drawer and put the card with 8 on it on the table. Cards? I was thinking it would be the old-fashioned keyway. For a dingy building, the system is quite updated. “The card of room number 7 seems to be missing. I can guide your partner to another room” I gave him a cheeky smile “That’s fine. I don’t think he will mind.” He put the card of room number 2 on the table.

His head was pressed to the wall and his hands folded, je was dressed in a shirt and sweatpants. I turned my gaze around, trying to count the number of floors left. We got to the last floor and the door opened. We both walked out and he pulled out a card from his pants, I didn’t remember him having that or retrieving it from his room. “This is our private lounge.” He announced as he swiped the card and the door opened to reveal a dark room. Colored light filled the dark room and there was a table in the middle with several chairs around it. There was a snooker table and I raised a brow.

I just needed something — anything — to fill the awkward silence and get me moving. Jax’s face lit up instantly. “Oh, you’re finally asking! Alright, let me give you the grand tour special. There’s the old ladies’ lounge — it’s actually kinda nice, with real couches instead of busted bar stools, a couple of TVs, and they keep the good snacks locked away from the brothers. Then there’s the game room upstairs — pool tables, darts, even an old-school arcade machine that still works half the time. And if you’re into quiet, there’s this little spot behind the garage where some of the guys smoke when they don’t want the whole club hearing their bullshit.”

He took a card from his suit coat pocket, handing it to me. I glanced at the card. "Room 7K," I read out. "My room." He took out another identical card from his from the same pocket, turning to the door. I observed it had the tag ROOM 7K boldly written on it. I grew a bit puzzled at what was going on when he inserted his card into the correct hole, hitting a few buttons on it then unlocked the door, turning it open. "Uh, I'm kinda confused here. My card has-" he cut me off by walking inwards, opening the door wider.

I look down at my door card and see room PH3 written on the paper card holder. Swiping the card the door unlocks and I enter. The room is dimly lit with candles spaced around the room. The carpeted floor leads to a spacious living room with floor to ceiling windows. The city is lit up like a picture of the city skyline. It’s so breathtakingly beautiful. I enter seeing a table with a mask on top. I quickly pick it up and read a note. -Put on the mask, remove your clothing and assume the position. Signed, Master