Dangerous Card Game Novels & Stories

Then Tracey shuffles again before she deals each of them thirteen cards. Gordon wouldn’t really hurt a child, would he? Could he shoot someone who’d barely had any time to live? Kelly begins, placing down the three of diamonds. They make one round when Gordon plays down the two of spades, the highest card. How can this be? This is just like their game. How did the Beta manage to get the same card again? Gordon places down a combo, and Kelly looks ready to counter him. This is exactly the same game, nearly identical.

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.

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

♡ Skylar ♡ I got out of my car. Gripping my bag tight, I slammed my car's door shut. I turned around, my eyes stopping on the building in front of me. Gold-Kard was peeking out from the rooftops in huge sparkly red letters. I reached for my phone in my bag and dialed Catherine's number immediately. She answered the call on the first ring. "Hey babes," she yelled over the loud music. I blocked out my other ear at how loud she was.

I took a deep breath and accepted them. " Open them, they have been gifted by Nate and Sanya I just added a few things to the bag. " He said with a wink. Oh, God!! Sanya and Chris have added things to the bag... God, please save me. I opened the first pack and it was a game of dice. " What is this?? " I asked. " Look at them, love... This is a set of three dice where one of them tells what to do, the second tells where to do it, and the third tells how to do it. " He explained.

He asked, chuckling as he set down a matching number in green. I plucked up an eyebrow. Examined my three cards again. None of them were green or the corresponding number. Fucker. Not that my brain was focussing too well. Not that I fully trusted my eyes to see the right things. Ulrich barely drank four small bottles of booze. His Chesire grin over his cards was infectious. The atmosphere was mellow and all my terrible remembered memories were pushed to the back of my mind. Shrugging, I smiled and plucked up a card of my own. "We call this game 'fuck a friend' because you really fuck up friendships with this one," I explained.

I guess he enjoys whispering in my ear, while I was tickled “I told her to act rude. I don't know she takes it that far for going to the bathroom." Dylan giggled at my answer. 'Good, so far everything is going according to plan.' As I was looking through the hall, I saw a card roulette game. It was a game in which the cards were arranged in a row, and only one card was taken to pay all the amount to the same cardholder. That side is quieter. “Hey, you can play that card right?”

I watched them closely, not risking even the slightest movement. Matteo scratched the corner of his mouth, something he always did when he had a strong hand. The one with a scar on his eyebrow tapped the table twice when he was bluffing a capture. The quiet one on the left breathed through his nose, something he also did when he was screwed. First two rounds, I lost to them. But not again, even if it meant having a tie. The table now has a seven of cups, a three of swords, a king, and the ace of coins — the most valuable card in the deck.

Mindy announced the game and everyone went frenzy thinking it was exhilarating to spike the night up this way. My gaze slowly swept to Luca's face. He never would approve of this. He sat there with his drink in his hand, his cold and intense gaze fixated me. I couldn't disrespect him this way but then, I'd give up anything including my dignity and job to be a hundred feet closer to Damien. "Every card has a humiliating act you have to perform," Cathy spoke into the mic when Mindy left the floor to her, "This game is a perfect blend of body shot roulette and dirty charades, giving us the best of both worlds in one go."