Cards Against Humanity The Bigger Blacker Box Hidden Card Novels & Stories

The loud buzz quieted down to hushed whispers, and I went to stand in front of my car before fumbling with the lock. I couldn’t look behind me, but I could tell that everyone was picking through all the sides where their eyes could pass through. I got a weird feeling of nostalgia but shoved it to the back of my mind. Carefully, I pulled the locker open, and just like Henry had said, two cards were placed right on top of my things. “Black Dread and Wafering.”

Black Card #0721 activated. A shadowed figure smiled. "Finally."

Samuel said, shifting his sight to the card Celine was clutching. "This is your personal aversion against Miss Laskin and not a concern to the lawfulness of the card" he added with a bored displeasure. "It is not what you think, Mr. Petrov" Cynthia vehemently shook her head in denial. But Samuel remained unperturbed, looking at her with his unremarkable demeanor. "This is a Centurion Black Card, exclusive to billionaires. I do not suppose Kamilla Laskin could afford this card, Mr. Petrov." Cynthia cast Kamilla a disdainful look when she mentioned her name.

In the other box there was just a lot of clothing and in the last box, I found a credit card. But not just any credit card. A Black Card. It was nestled neatly into a black box. I knew who this was from and I sighed, grabbing my phone and sending him a text. Me: 'I'm not accepting this as an apology, Landon. I don't want your money.' There was no way that I could return any of these as they didn't have a return address. "Never did I think Slater could be this soft." She laughed, grabbing a bottle of water.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

“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.”

Slowly, I turned one over while holding Hudson’s gaze and the audience gasped loudly from the image on the card, “Ace of Hearts!” “Its just one card! She has 2 more to go and they may be trash as well!” someone’s voice rang out angrily from the audience and it made my blood boil all the more. I had to win this game to squash their arrogant faces in the mud with my white heels! Especially that Amelia’s!

“We have a deal, Sienna. I’m upholding my side of the bargain. It’s nothing serious.” If I weren’t so stoned, I’d think this was a dream. A fucking crazy one. Slowly my fingers crept on the cold metal table and wrapped around the card, sliding it over to me. When I lifted the card. It felt heavy on my fingers then I looked back at him. Then I looked back at him—— and screamed, jumping and raising the card. A black card. A black fucking card in my hand!

A black king with the spades symbol gleaming like a razor blade. I raised again, doubling my bet. Daniel's eyes widened, and he looked at Nathaniel, who was watching him with an unreadable expression. “Call,” Daniel repeated, his voice cracked. The final card was revealed: a black ace. I had the highest possible hand: a straight flush. Daniel's face turned white, and he slumped back into his chair. “I...I am very sorry for the trouble,” he stammered. Nathaniel's smile became wider. “You are, but you will pay in full.”

Those exclusive black cards came in various tiers of prestige. The gold black card boasted a limit of $15 million, with only a hundred in circulation. The diamond black card extended its limit to $150 million, but only ten existed. And then, there was the obsidian card—the pinnacle of wealth and status. With only one in the entire country, it required a staggering $750 million just to activate. It was unparalleled, a symbol of unparalleled affluence and influence. Possessing any of these cards was akin to holding a ticket proclaiming one's immense wealth and power. Yet, acquiring them wasn't a matter of application; one had to be invited by the bank.