Dangerous Card Game Novels & Stories

Then at the papers again. "You’re playing a dangerous game." "Then watch me win it."

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.

Dangerous. Waiting.

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

Reaper I didn't need to look at the card. I knew the weight of these paper, the slight bend in the corner of the Ace that only a dealer’s hands would recognize. I knew exactly where the death card was hiding. But I watched her hand anyway. Mila’s fingers were trembling. She hesitated for a second before she flipped it. The card hit the wood. Ace of Spades. The single deadliest card in the deck. The Widow-Maker. The silence that slammed into the Pit was absolute.

“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.

dangerous. ...