Dangerous Card Game Novels & Stories

Boom. A deafening blast shook the room through the east wing of the casino and fire erupted. A thick and shocking smoke swallowed everything, “Dad! Caleb! Uncle Sam!” I shouted, my voice swallowed by the chaos around me. people screamed, tripping over each other, trying to escape the collapse of the ceiling or find some clean air to breath. Dust and debris fell like rain from the ceiling. But Blackwood men were already pulling guns, searching for enemis in the mess.

It was a card game for couples with dirty things to do. “Oh no, we can’t play this. Here I was thinking it was Whot.” “I thought likewise.” “I wonder why it looks like Whot.” She uttered going through the cards. “I can see that the cards are divided into sections – mild, average and extreme.” She said to me. “So, what’s your plan?” “Maybe we give it a try.” “Oh no. We should play another game.” “But there is none in here. The Royal Priestess must have thought far ahead to keep this in here.”

I'll be right back, I'm just going outside for some fresh air. Dinah nodded before turning her attention to the band that animated that gave access to the uncovered part of the place. I leaned against the massive glass wall as I took a sip of the drink made with orange juice and vodka. -Camila, you know that that is dangerous... - the blonde said with a serious expression. -I like the danger, Dinah. It's exciting.

Sane had heard of the game, but never really knew how the game worked. Edmund raised both of his hands to stop the rest of the table from talking before he explained the mechanics of the game to those people who didn’t have an idea. He cleared his throat before talking. “I have a deck of cards ready here. Each player takes a turn taking a card from the center of the table's deck. Each card is followed by an action. The action associated with each card differs, and here are the following: Everyone must start chugging their drink as soon as someone picks an Ace. The individual who selected the card has the right to quit drinking whenever he or she wants. When he or she stops drinking, the indi

“That’s not exactly normal information to leave out.” “He stays away from my affairs.” “Clearly not far enough.” That finally made Riccardo glance back at her. A dangerous look. “You should stay away from Luciano.” Amara folded her arms. “You say that like he’s dangerous.” Riccardo stopped walking entirely now. Then turned toward her slowly. “He is dangerous.” The answer came too quickly. Too seriously. Amara frowned slightly. “But not in the way you think.” And before she could ask what that meant—

The elevator dinged, opening directly into the expansive, ultra-luxurious living room. Everything looked exactly the same as it had a few hours ago. The marble kitchen island where he had kissed me, the plush leather sofa where I had waited for him, the panoramic glass walls showing the glittering, indifferent city below. But the warmth was gone. It felt less like a home and more like a high-tech mausoleum. Marcus stepped out behind me, pulling a heavy metallic keycard from his suit pocket—a master override card I had never seen before. He walked over to the main control panel near the elevator.

Clear? His maddening voice echoed in my head. It was clear, all right. It was clear Dante Russo was fucking Satan in a nice suit. I forced my lungs to expand past my anger. In, one, two, three. Out, one, two, three. Only when my blood pressure returned to normal levels did I open the door to my new room instead of hunting down the sharpest knife I could find. As promised, a business card with Dante's assistant's number and a black Amex waited on the nightstand next to a distinctive red ring box. When I popped open the lid, a six-carat diamond winked back at me.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

The way his deep, baritone voice terrified every inch of my body. He didn't blink. He didn't even have to. He just stood there, staring hard at me like he was observing some fascinating specimen under a microscope. And yet again, it was exciting because of how alive he made me feel. Like the young, naive college girl I was six years ago, something I never felt with Carter or anyone else. Only this time, it was more dangerous and wild. “You wanna bet on it?” I narrowed my eyes. “Huh?” “You want me to leave you alone, right? To stay clear of anything that concerns you, to erase every memory of us like it never happened? Then you’ll have to agree to the contract, darling.”

"What are we playing?" "Something with stakes." Audric plucked the deck from Chris's hand, shuffling it like he actually knew what he was doing. "Truth or dare, but with cards. Lose a hand, you answer a question or do a dare. Your choice." "That sounds like a trap specifically designed for me." "Maybe." He dealt the cards out with a grin that told me exactly how much thought had gone into this plan. "Guess you'll find out."