Dangerous Card Games Novels & Stories

And on her feet a delicate black scarpin. -I... don't know how to play. Camila smirked and wallked towards the beverage counter. The brunette slowly grabbed two small cocktail glasses, where she poured an amount of drink. By the cherries in both glasses, I would guess to be Martini. -Chess is an interesting game. We need to be very astute if we want to win, – she said serenely. -It never interested me to the point of wanting to learn. Camila extended me one of the cocktail glasses.

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.

Gu Yihai's face changed, alarmed. "What's wrong?" Qu Yan and others couldn't help but look at Gu Yihai. Only he knew gambling best among these people. Gu Yihai takes Gu Li's arm, "your friend's hand 10, J, Q, K, In Wigo's hands are three A's, Hearts 9, On the current card alone, Wigo's full house has won your friend. Now your friend will win only with Hearts A. But the casino is in Wigo's hands, and the last Hearts A must be in his hands. His card must be a bomb. You'll take your friend away. Uncle can't afford you... "

“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”.

“You brought a game? Of course you did.” Rich waves a hand, ignoring me as he starts dealing cards. “This isn’t just any game. It’s a masterpiece. A work of art. It’s... Rich’s Rules.” He beams as if he’s just announced the invention of the wheel. “You draw a card, you follow the instructions. Could be a question, could be a dare, could be a shot.” Dante leans back, smirking. “How bad are we talking?”

Yet my precious lamb chose violence for the night, disrupting my plans for us. The ring of my phone hauled me out of my thoughts. “Boss, we caught the intel,” a voice spoke from the other end. A smile formed on my lips hearing this news. It was time to play my favorite games. The entire place smelled of blood, rust, and rotting flesh—the echoes of their cries pleasing to my ears. The torture room was my favorite part of being in the game. Nobody betrays me without having a taste of my torture room. Being ruthless gives you the opportunity to last in these wild streets.

I wanted to call tonight a party, but that felt a little too generous. Inside were different card decks labeled by category. Dares. Spicy dares. Normal questions. Spicy questions. Along with a board and a single dice. The rules were simple. You roll the dice and move across the board, pulling a card depending on where you land. If you refuse to answer a question, you have to take a dare. If you refuse the dare, you escalate to a spicy dare. And every dare came with a drink. Simple. Dangerous. Perfect. By the time Nero returned, I was halfway through explaining the rules to his brothers. We gathered around the low table, legs crossed on the floor and couch cushions dragged closer as another r

What is it about him exactly that I just can't seem to stay away from? “I understand Kade is exciting and new, babe.” Desiree pressed, her voice softened, a tone she used when she thought I was behaving like a child. “ I do, but despite his young age, Kade is pretty smart and he doesn’t tolerate blackmailers!” “Maybe focus on other people like The Honeycomb, I hear half their wealth is gotten from the mafia!” I wave my hand flippantly, “I think you're giving him too much credit. I practically confessed to him that I stole something from Emilio and he still couldn't decide whether to jump me or cuff me?” “He's a guy, they think with their dicks half the time!”

“The man that just walked out is in charge of the nightclub, I own it but I do not manage it. Whatever happens in here is none of my business but my clients do like to get touchy so there are no restrictions involved as long as you keep bringing in the money. If you decide to be my bed partner, you’ll answer to no one else but myself. No one else would lay a finger on you because you’ll be mine to do with as I please.” I saw the wheels rolling in her head and I knew she was weighing in on both options. Either way, I had the chance to give or take away her freedom in exchange for pleasure. It was just like a three-card marney. It was the oldest con in the book. The three cards could be anythi

It was a card game for couples with dirty things to do. “Oh no, we can’t play this. Here I was thinking it was Whot.” “I thought likewise.” “I wonder why it looks like Whot.” She uttered going through the cards. “I can see that the cards are divided into sections – mild, average and extreme.” She said to me. “So, what’s your plan?” “Maybe we give it a try.” “Oh no. We should play another game.” “But there is none in here. The Royal Priestess must have thought far ahead to keep this in here.”