Carte Blanche Card Novels & Stories

"But sorry madam... your card can't be used, our machine refuses it. Is there another card?" said the cake shop assistant cautiously. The card that is currently handed over by Cassandra cannot be accessed at all. the machine refused and said that the card could not be used and had been blocked. So she asked for a new card for Cassandra to use to pay. Hear the words of the shop's service. Cassandra immediately frowned. She can't believe that the black card she has can't be used. Given that the card is unlimited and may run out of money.

Nancy looked up and was stunned to find that she had run into Yaacob! He was the last person she expected to see there, and now she found herself at a loss for words, dumbfounded in shock. At that moment, Yaacob, with a calm and collected demeanor, pulled out his card and handed it to the sales assistant. "I'll pay for it," he declared. The sales assistant, initially hesitant and not too cooperative, changed her tune completely upon seeing the card. It was a black card, a Centurion Card issued by American Express! Even Spencer's earlier offer to pay with his black card could not compare to this.

She had a slender figure and her hair was tied up in a ponytail which made her look clean and fresh. Side by side, they looked every bit a couple. Shoppers passing by could not help but glance twice. After a while, they found a larger stall with everything she needed. The prices were reasonable, and she quickly agreed after a short bargain. Isabelle reached for cash, but before she could pay, the man beside her suddenly stretched a card to the seller. When Isabelle looked at the card he held out, she was left speechless. The great boss was holding a legendary black card with unlimited spending to buy groceries at a local store.

"Thank you. But even if I weren't your Luna, I'm not someone anyone can push around." Blake's lips curved, almost too slight to notice. Then, he handed me another item. It was a card, pure black with dark gold edging. "My secondary card." His tone was calm, matter-of-fact, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. "No limit. Whatever is in the account, use it however you want." He didn't give me a chance to refuse. He went on, reciting an address. "This is our place in the city center. The door code is your birthday. Change the setup inside however you like."

I told her, my heart doing a little flutter. Maya popped the lid. It wasn't jewelry. Nestled in custom-cut foam was a single black metal card. The American Express Centurion card. The kind that didn't have a limit. The kind that could buy an island if you felt like it. Beneath it was a small, thick cardstock note with Stellan’s distinct, jagged handwriting. “For my princess. Buy whatever you want. Don't look at price tags.” Maya squealed after reading the note.

Anabel took out her card, and the saleswoman couldn't help but laugh. "The five will be four hundred thousand dollars. You can't do that kind of transaction with a card." "Why don't you check the card I'm holding before spitting rubbish!" Anabel said, and the sales lady stared at the card. She was surprised and looked up at Anabel. "You are holding the black card? That's the Centurion card. Only billionaires get access to the card. Are you a billionaire? Oh! My god! I'm sorry for underrating you. Please forgive me."

But the cashier frowned at us, looking at the card once before he handed it back to us, “I am sorry, Sir. But our small restaurant doesn’t support this VIP card. It is only suitable for exquisite places, so…would you like to pay with any other method?” Damn! I was somehow skeptical wondering if that magical card would be supported in this mediocre restaurant, but now watching my fear come true, I turned back towards Zeus, urging him in a stiff voice, “Do you have any other card?” “No. I always use that for purchases…” Zeus confidently pointed towards the Black Card that the cashier had handed over to us, which ticked off my nerves a bit. I wondered, how would this cute jerk understand that p

"Leave." "Y-yes Sir," then she walked out the room, quickly. "So where are we again?" "Uhm," "Name what you want." "Uh actually, I have something I want. I told you t-that I'll have a presentation about a partnership being offered by m-my school," why am I stuttering ugh! "I-I want you t-to accept the partnership and sign it." Now he leaned on his chair, still staring at me. "That's all? i'll do it."

Odette insulted, laughing loudly with her two friends. Richie didn't say much. He reached into his wallet, pulled out a black card with a MasterCard logo, and handed it to the store manager. The store manager's eyes bulged when he saw the logo of the most famous bank in the United Kingdom, and only the British Royal Family and the richest billionaires who received invitations could have the credit card.

Her compliment made me blush deeply and I giggled with nervousness once everyone had five cards laying in front of them. "Does everyone know the rules? The only difference is our clothing will be replacing the chips." Brody asked the group, looking at each of us expectantly. Liza and Charlotte nodded nonchalantly, being the most confident of us all aside from Brody of course. I wordlessly affirmed I understood by grinning. Francine seemed neutral as she cleared her throat, and Olivia looked like she wanted to die from giddy embarrassment. Her best friend smirked and shook her head. "As soon as Livvy stops giggling, we'll get started."