Dangerous Card Games Novels & Stories

"But Victoria is forgetting one very important detail about our partnership, sweetheart." I looked down into his dark, burning eyes, the weight of the Ghost fully aligning with his corporate malice. "What's that?" "She thinks she's hunting a runaway girl," Malakai whispered, his fingers tightening around my wrist with a possessive, heavy heat. "She has no idea she just forced the two most dangerous predators in this city into the same small room."

The club pulsed with a heartbeat of its own — bass thick enough to feel in the ribs, light bleeding blue and violet across a hundred restless faces. It was the kind of night the city swallowed whole, where secrets and sin sat at the same table and nobody asked questions. Lance Ivory hadn't meant to be the center of attention. He rarely did. But it happened anyway, the way it always did — a rose tucked behind his ear, dark hair falling into eyes that looked bored with the whole world, and a body draped carelessly over a velvet booth like he owned the room. Beside him, Van Hert laughed at something Lance had said, the two of them tangled up in that easy, reckless kind of fun that only came aft

Inside, you’ll find a captive romance, enemies-to-lovers tension, obsession, lust, second chances, betrayal, drama, a dangerously possessive antihero, and forbidden power. It’s not your typical love story. This is a raw, filthy, and a consuming journey of desire, control, and chaos. If you’re ready for a story that will make you ache, rage, and crave more. Then, welcome to my world.

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.

Lindsey sounded as though she were a little disappointed, but we figured that she would be extremely happy when she learned why we were going to be late. Joan and Lindsey were in the middle of canasta, a card game similar to rummy. Joan was winning when we got home. “Joan is kicking your butt, huh?” I asked, kissing Lindsey forehead. “The hussy keeps getting all of the wild cards. I don’t know how she does it, but somehow, every hand, she gets the perfect cards.” Lindsey was smiling as she explained why Joan was more than a thousand points ahead of her. “We all know that she cheats at card games. We never figured out how, but she does,” Jamel provided his explanation for Joan’s luck at cards

Gambling is defined as risking money or something of value on the outcome of an event involving chance when the probability of winning or losing is less than certain. Different kinds of card and dice game like Blackjack, Poker, Craps and Keno were the famous ones at Maddox Dasher's casino. It was known as the Dasher casino. Travolta saw Blanca from the corner of her eyes and asked them to follow her. Blanca was talking to her cousin, Percy, sipping wine when she heard a polite female voice. "Blanca Russo..." said Vlora. Turning around her face she was stunned to see the people.

" he concludes. "Safety?" I ask and he nods. "Your safety. I will protect you no matter what, but it still makes me nervous." he clarifies, gulping, his fingers crossed. I consider his explanation for a moment. Would I be in danger or something? What is behind all this? I want to know. No, I need to know. The waiter comes with our wine and two champagne glasses, pouring our glasses. I make eye contact with Axel. He's staring straight at me, his expression serious, not to be messed with. I squirm. I notice that it's the red wine he's pouring. Does he know that I'm still underage?

“People who believe that they’d lose will keep adding cards to their hand just to feel safe. “It’s fine to add a card or two in a game like Blackjack… “But if you add too many, you’ll be destined to go bust. “You can check the past footages as well. Other than the ones where Mateo has a good hand, he must’ve won because his opponents kept busting. “Including this round here…” Fabian gasped. He should have been able to figure this out… But his attention was so focused on Mateo and his subordinates that he completely forgot such an important detail… What a legendary blind spot! As expected, after having a total of eighteen points in the Great Gambler’s hand, he kept asking for more before even

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

I said to Tiny. "Yep, this is where we make magic. This place is under the cop's radar and a safe place for people like us." Tiny smiled and winked at me. Some gamblers play cards and different types of games. It's not just a game of money or a priceless possession. It's a game where you bet your life on it. I was startled when I heard a gunshot coming from behind. One of the players was shot in the head after losing a bet on a card game.