Dangerous Card Game Novels & Stories

Cain pours himself a glass of the whiskey and drinks everything in one go, his eyebrow raised. “I need you to spare me some 7s if you have them.” I keep my expression calm, unreadable that not even my eyelashes flicks. I know the rules of this simple game, even if Cain didn’t mention it. If player 1 has the cards that player 2 needs. Player 1 has to give his cards to player 2. This already means that Cain has 1 of the Card 7. And he needs it to complete his box of ponds.

Lily is sitting on the other end resting her head on it's supporting armchair with her legs spread out to the end of the couch where I'm sitting with my legs placed on the floor. "What sort of game?" I finally ask. She lifts her leg from the couch to the floor bending slightly to pick the bag she's been hiding the whole time. She removes our clothes first from it before removing five books and spreading them on the table. "What is this, a nerd game?" She laughs and straighten from the table, although I don't find my comment to be funny. Lily moves closer to me, our legs touching. She's so close I can smell her cherry-strawberry scent. "This is how the game works. We will both take turns to p

In that moment, her body froze at the sudden closeness of their faces. The cold breeze made Jasmine shiver, but slowly, a warmth began to tingle on her skin, becoming perfect as Mr. Hawthorne kissed her lips, slowly and softly. Jasmine couldn’t pull away, even though doubt lingered in her heart. She realized that even before hearing Mr. Harper’s words, she already knew that Mr. Hawthorne was a dangerous man. She shouldn’t have been surprised by the accidents that befell her tormentors, and she had to accept the fact that she was still in love with Mr. Hawthorne, who harbored a dark side.

That name, which was supposed to serve as an endearment is a form of slow agonising torture to him and this man, this criminal, had called it in a deliciously dark way. Dimitri caged him between his hand and repeated his question. “Do you know what the basis of a game is?” He stared.into his dark orbs, letting him see the defiance in his blue-green eyes. However, his eyes widened as Dimitri leaned in, just enough for their noses to graze. “It starts with two teams, two people, two enemies, two friends.” With each stall, Dimitri rubbed his nose on Vincent's. “And do you know what's common between the two?” He asked again.

Nathaniel said softly, his breath warm against my ear. My heart raced. Damn! Such a dangerous temptation. * The dealer dealt the cards, and I felt a rush of adrenaline as I examined my hand. A pair of jacks as black as coal. My gaze was fixed on Daniel as I raised my bet. He hesitated, his gaze shifting to Nathaniel's and then back to mine. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “Call,” he finally said, his voice barely audible. The dealer showed the next card, and my heart skipped a beat. A black king with the spades symbol gleaming like a razor blade.

I asked still raising a single brow at him as he looked up and gave me one of his teasing smiles. "You'll pick a card from your opponent side and say or do whatever you see in the card, we're just to go for the truth 5 times and for the dare, there's no backing out," He said as the corner of his mouth twitched while I nodded in anticipation more curiously. "The Blue card is for truth and the red card is for the dare, so we'll be going for the blue card first," He notified me while I stared at the two cards in affirmation.

Caspian sat cross-legged, shuffling the deck. “All right,” he said, sliding five cards toward each of us, one by one. “The rules are simple. In a clockwise motion, you’ll ask the other people around you if they want truth or dare. Then you pick one of your five cards and read it out loud.” I looked at the cards in my hand. The backs were plain, but somehow they felt like they were waiting to catch me off guard. “What happens if someone doesn’t want to do either?” I asked, squinting at him.

“Honey, why don’t you pour the wine while I go grab the cards.” Jill had an apprehensive expression as she poured everyone a glass of wine. She was feeling a little light headed herself from the alcohol, even though she’d been careful to limit her consumption and had drunk far less than the other three. Once Larry had returned with the cards and they’d all taken their seats Max explained the rules of his special card game. “It’s called Risqué,” he began. “We each take a turn at drawing a card. If you get an ace you’re off the hook and skip your turn. If you draw a 2,3 or 4 then you have to take a drink. If you draw a 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10 then you lose an item of clothing, kind of like strip p

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”