Dangerous Card Game Novels & Stories

We breached most of his fucking rules. “Thank god you are not stupid and you can learn. Seeing you like this makes me a little at ease, you are not one of those silly girls who thinks they can change him or some shit. The man is my closest friend since forever but I fucking know that he is dangerous, hell even I get scared of him sometimes. My friend is a sick, possessive bastard who would kill his favorite toy but not give it or let anyone have it. When you get the chance, you should leave and never look back.”

My mind was screaming danger, but my body was singing a different tune. For this moment, nothing else mattered, only the heat of Dante’s mouth, the scent of his sweat, and the terrifying realization that I was playing with a fire that was eventually going to burn me to ashes. But maybe I was willing to get burnt playing this dangerous game.

Alexander said, “you’re playing a dangerous game.” Marcus laughed lightly. “You started the game, Alex. I’m just finishing it.” Alexander reached for the panel and disconnected the intercom violently. The sudden silence felt suffocating. Lena grabbed his arm. “Alex… what does he mean? What game?” Alexander breathed out slowly, his chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon. “I should have told you sooner,” he said. Her voice softened. “Tell me now.” He sat down heavily on the couch, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly. After a long moment, he looked up.

In truth, it was because I knew she liked motorcycles. "You said you wanted something exciting, right? To me, this is as exciting as it gets." The bike wasn’t anything special, but the thrill was, especially for someone like her, who had always been in control. Now she was sitting behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. I sped down the road, twisting the throttle, barely touching the brakes. "Slow down! Slow down!" she shouted, but I ignored her. The "suspension bridge effect" occurs when individuals in a state of high anxiety experience an adrenaline rush that the brain misinterprets as romantic attraction rather than fear. That was exactly what I wanted.

“The police are here to arrest her. Your card is safe—” “Arrest her?” the CEO snapped. “For what?” “For… for stealing your card, sir…” A dangerous silence followed. “How did you conclude she stole it?” he asked, his tone dripping with cold sarcasm. The manager faltered, words failing him. “Where. Is. She?” the CEO repeated, each word colder than the last. “There, sir…” one of the officers pointed toward the corner. The CEO turned. And the moment he saw her—small, trembling, eyes swollen from crying—his expression darkened.

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Daniel's POV "I have warned you before. You had to take my warnings seriously." I said firmly and placed my hand into my pocket. "You didn't have to do that. I will make you pay. You..." "Hey, hold on. If you do something, especially, if you do something to hurt someone who I love, you will regret it. I don't think you want to see that photo in magazines." I warned her. She clenched her fist as her face flushed with anger. "If you do something again, I will destroy your reputation. No one will look at your face after that. Forget about high society parties, influential friends and so on." I added arrogantly.

“I mean, I know that you are seeing that banker and I also know that you both have been going out for a while” Mae’s heart dropped immediately those words came out of his mouth and she paled. “How.. wh…what do you mean?” She stuttered. Damian gave her a gentle smile. “I am not telling Alexander anything, if that is what you are worried about. I don’t tell him about most things you do, he appointed me to be your shadow. Most times I come into town without anyone knowing, I see you and your boyfriend by the docks. I am happy for you really”.

She turns around and sees Francis coming in and closing the door. ​"I'm sorry, mother." Francis apologizes. ​"Do you even mean it?" Catherine crosses her arms, "If you wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone, you got your wish." ​"That was not my intention, mother. I really wanted to make this day special for you. I wanted it to be perfect." Francis never wanted to humiliate Catherine. She's his son's grandmother and his wife's mother. He would never. ​"A wrongdoing should be punished, shouldn't it?" Catherine threatens. She has to pay him back for this. That's the way life is; an eye for an eye. She can't just forgive him to embarrassing her in front of her investors and directors in he

“But I must apologize now for upsetting anyone, or hurting your feelings Madam Ashford, but I am known for my skill with cards.” “Then put your money where your mouth is,” she told him sweetly. “Whites are fifty pence, reds are one pound and blue are ten. Name the game, sir.” “Omaha High is my favorite. Ever hear of it?” Cathy snorted a very unladylike sound as Sandra simply smiled. “I’ve heard of it,” she answered and watched as Creighton gathered the cards together and set them aside, removing a new deck from the drawer under the table.