Dangerous Card Games Novels & Stories

I glanced at Liam to ensure he was comfortable, and he nodded. Toralei explained the rules of the game: we would spin the bottle, and whoever it pointed to would pick a card from the box. The card would determine whether the person would be dared or asked a question. Toralei spun the bottle slowly, and my heart raced as I followed its movement. It eventually stopped, pointing directly at me. What terrible luck. "Alright, Jenna," Toralei said, passing me the box. I reache d inside and searched its contents before selecting a piece of paper.

She stood there with her eyes slightly lowered, looking lost in thought and not moving. The old me would probably have been on edge, my fingers trembling in an unbearable mix of hope and heartbreak. I would have been suffocating from the bitter feeling of knowing the girl I cared about with all my heart was still hung up on another guy. But now, the feeling wasn't as strong. I didn't want to watch them, so I followed Samuel and his friends to the card table. A few rounds in, I had lost a decent amount of cash. Irritated, I excused myself and stepped out into the hallway for a smoke.

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?"

WE MADE A GAME. Daniela blinked. “A… what?” A GAME TO MAKE YOU STOP BEING AWKWARD AND START BEING IN LOVE AGAIN— Alessio. Killian pinched his eyes shut. “God help me.” Their eyes glimmered with mischief. “I have a meeting in 20 minutes.” They shrugged. THEN YOU SHOULD PLAY FAST, BECAUSE WE AIN'T GIVING IT BACK UNTIL YOU GUYS PLAY— Rocco. The quadruplets dragged out a small table with cards arranged neatly in stacks. One labeled GAME, the other labeled DARE CARDS.

Dangerous. Waiting.

“Game.” “No,” Kane said immediately. “Yes,” Asher said. “We play for it.” “This is not a tavern bet.” “No, it’s worse. It’s survival.” Ryker looked amused despite himself. “What game?” Asher’s smile grew. “Cards. Lowest draw goes to talk to the angry pregnant mate.” Kane stared at him. “That is the dumbest thing you’ve said today.” “It is not. Earlier I suggested a massacre.” “Exactly.”

I didn't want to leave Manhattan. But dead fathers don't leave you a choice. Eight months after dad died, Mom said we were moving to Madrid. “Better opportunities,” she said. “A fresh start.” What she didn't say was that it had something to do with his old college friend— the one who suddenly cared a lot about us now that Dad was gone. Mom said it was a fresh start. She said Madrid would be good for what she had with him. I didn't get a say. I packed my books and the last pieces of the life I had in New York. Said hurried goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend and followed her across an ocean. Now I was standing in a city that felt foreign to me. Surrounded by boxes a

He eyed me for a long moment as if he was searching for something before he finally responded. “I could certainly get hold of The Howling Shamrock in Dublin and have them increase their order for delivery tomorrow and have the additions delivered here tomorrow afternoon,” he explained. “Yeah, Do that please and make sure we have plenty of playing cards. I know Kenneth, Mitchum, and I know how to play Spades, Euchre, Poker, Black Jack and Gin. Are there other games that are common over here?” I questioned. “Those are pretty common here with the addition of punto banco, though I think in the States it is referred to as baccarat,” he added.

My father pointed out and sighed. "I know, father, but we only have Woodclaw city, Eastwood, Neev, Bravadome, Rain city and Garland. The rest have pulled out due to rumours, lack of funds and underfunding. It occurred within these three weeks," I said, and my father ran his fingers through his hair. "Why underfund them?" He asked, and I sighed. "We needed to buy weapons to prepare for any surprise from Luis," I said, and he began to laugh from frustration.

Kayla watched her go, clenching her fists tight, torn over whether to accept Renee's terms. With a dozen or so men and women chatting and laughing, the private room was buzzing with energy. "Since we’ve got some time, how about a game of Brag, Mr. Zeller? It’s a fast-paced three-card poker game that's pretty popular and a lot of fun," Julian suggested. Business deals were either sealed over drinks or across a card table. As long as both sides were willing to sit down, there was always a way to make it happen. "I'm in," Chris said quickly. He loved card games, so he was the first to agree.