Dangerous Card Game Novels & Stories

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.”

They didn't want to get hurt themself and that's why they all were playing along so far even though they didn't like it. "Now I get it, he's using us to bring her out of her territory so he can hurt her again." Ethan said and nodded along. Now they all were starting to understand the whole game and knew how dangerous it was getting as they all were equally dangerous now. One wrong move and everyone would die. "But I don't get one thing..." Alex said and the other looked at him in curiosity and confusion. "Why didn't she come back for you?" He asked as he looked at Noah.

Kat snapped from where she sat beside me. This time the three of us let out long dramatic gasps. We were seated at a booth in Chris' mother's bakery playing a card game that Chris had introduced to us. It was called 'the Resistance'. It was basically a strategy based game where you had to identify who the spy was in the game. And so far, my money was on my dearest boyfriend. Roman and I had been hooked from the beginning but Kat honestly just thought the game was a waste of time. We didn't care, we made her play anyway.

"Then it will be easy to defeat you." Across from her, he shuffled the deck himself, careful and exact. Every move appeared fluid and well-practiced. In a whisper, cards slipped across the felt and shattered. In keeping with his tone, she enquired, "What are we playing for?" He grinned. "A request." Her forehead raised. "What sort of request?" "The dangerous type. I get to request a hand if you lose one. You have to give an honest response. If you succeed...

Alessandro’s POV Even after seeing the club, I thought I had reached the end of it. I was wrong. This wasn’t about music, women, or even excess. The game board was already set. Matteo moved deeper into the underground, toward a section roped off from the rest. The air there felt heavier, quieter in a dangerous way. A single long table sat at the center, dark wood polished to a mirror shine. Cards. Chips stacked in neat, intimidating towers. Cash exchanged hands without counting.

He snapped open the deck like he’d done it a thousand times. “Blackjack?” “Blackjack? That’s an old‑people game,” Goselle said with a wicked grin. “We’re playing King’s Game.” Dwyn played dumb. “King’s Game?” He wasn’t totally clueless, but the curiosity in his voice sounded sincere. Goselle pulled out the King card, mischief flashing in her eyes. Even her pupils glimmered faintly red—wolf blood leaking when she got excited. She explained with a smile. “It’s basically truth or dare. Whoever draws the King can command other people.”

For one disoriented second, Lance simply stood there, breath knocked slightly loose, staring up at broad shoulders and a face half-lit by the club's shifting blue light. Something about the stillness of the stranger cut through the haze of alcohol fogging his mind — a quiet, coiled sort of danger that even drunk instincts recognized. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. For a heartbeat, the noise of the club seemed to fall away entirely, leaving only the two of them standing in the wreckage of an accidental collision that felt, somehow, like the beginning of something neither man had been looking for. Behind the stranger, half-hidden by the crowd, a woman's shattered whisper caught

Dillon shouts. A collective ‘yes’ fills the lively open plan of our apartment. And so the cards are dealt and a few rounds are played. With minimal fighting and screaming over the rules. What can and can’t happen. Em is next to me but in this game relationships are set aside. It’s every man for themselves. Trust me. In actual fact it’s worse, its punishing, your partner becomes your enemy and you target them. We really shouldn’t sit next to each other. I swear this game could break couples up.