Elden Ring Cheat Tables Novels & Stories

Or had I pulled the impossible? Even Thorne couldn’t read me. And Elara—she hadn’t yet learned how to read anything but the cards. She glanced toward him. He gave her the smallest nod. She turned back to me, lips curving into that mock-sweet smile. “Raise. Two hundred million.” So Thorne really did think I was bluffing. I exhaled slowly, then gestured toward the dealer. “Showdown.” Elara’s grin widened. “Let me go first.” She laid her cards on the table with a flourish—hearts, nine through king. A flush. Almost a royal flush. Almost.

She smiles in her toffee accent. The dealer nods to me. Huh, me? Oh crap. “Okay.” I smile as I pretend to know what the hell I’m doing. Umm. I nervously look around at the numbers. What the heck number should I pick? “Umm.” The table all wait for my answer. Oh shit. “Ten, please,” I announce. My heart starts to race and I watch the wheel spin around and around until, unbelievably, it lands on ten. “You win.” The dealer smiles.

Still…haven’t I made it clear I’m not interested? “Need some company?” Cam asks. “No thanks, I’m good.” I finish the rest of my mojito and set the empty glass on a tall table. I have a feeling this guy’s going to give me his company whether I like it or not. “Are you?” “Yes. I am.” I throw a dart and hit only an inch from the bullseye. “Nice shot!” “Thanks,” I blurt, my manners coming out automatically. “How about this: I get one closer and you come have a drink with me.”

Benjamin stared at me for a while before joining a table. I pressed the earpiece on me. “I’m waiting,” I said. “Table eight,” Matthew’s voice came. I stepped forward, joining a table. Mathew guided me. I wasn't sure how he got the money but he made me place big bets. Out of five games, I won once. Not even half of what I lost was gained. Unlike me, Benjamin was on a winning streak. He moved from table to table, advancing slowly to the highest table. Mathew gave me a breakdown of how this place works. People might choose to remain at one table but different tables have different lowest points of bets. Some tables are for the big fishes —a million and nothing less is the base.

Grace slipped from my side as we neared the table where Caleb was seated. He grinned, “Matt! Glad you found us. Take a seat.” I sunk into a seat and pulled Renda into my lap. She flushed as I grinned at her. “I prefer my Lady Luck to hold my cards.” It was mostly true and an easy distraction tactic. They wanted me at this table for a reason. Grace returned with a stack of chips and stacked them beside me. I was surprised by the number of chips. I would have cashed in at least a hundred thousand in chips for a game like this.

Not long after, I rechecked Sophie's social media. The close-up photo of the ring had vanished. 'Good. Deleting it only means it rattled her,' I thought. I reloaded the mall membership card and handed it to Victoria. "Mom," I spoke sweetly, "there's a new drop from that luxury brand. It matches your ring perfectly. I heard Mrs. Graham and Mrs. Ewing already booked appointments." Those two were her eternal rivals—always battling over handbags, diamonds, and designer outfits. They'd flaunted new pieces just last week, and Victoria had been seething ever since.

Mara followed, biting her lip, eyes darting between the dealer and the man across from her who hadn’t lost a single hand. By the third loss in a row, Ivy sighed. “They’re cheating.” I already knew. The man opposite them with an expensive suit, cheap soul had a ring that caught the light wrong. Not magic exactly but tech. A pulse every time the cards were shuffled. Predictive, subtle, and dirty. Maya pushed back from the table, eyes glossy. “We shouldn’t have come. We’re bleeding credits.” I stepped forward then, placing my hand on the table, fingers splayed, dagger warm against my skin.

“Could you deal me in?” “Why should we, human?” the shiny one grunts disdainfully. Holding up my heavy sack of gold, I place it on the table. “Because I asked nicely.” The elf lord rolls his eyes at me but deals me in any way. Three beers and several hours later, most of their gold is on my side of the table, including many of the fae lord’s rings. “Nice doing business with you, gentleman, but if you don’t mind I need to…”

“You don’t know who you’re messing with.” Elara’s smile was lazy, infuriating. “I know you can’t afford to walk away now.” The last hand played out like a dance she’d choreographed. Tyler went all in, convinced he’d finally caught her. He hadn’t. When she flipped her cards, the table erupted in groans and curses. Tyler sat frozen, staring at the empty spot where his chips had been. Elara leaned in, her voice just for him. “You owe me now. And debts… they get expensive in Garden Metro.”

I answer. Damien leans close, voice low against my ear. “You’re about to ruin her evening.” “Again?” I murmur, grinning. The bidding escalates, brutal. Numbers climb absurdly, and one by one, the other players fold. “One hundred million,” Elara hisses, eyes wild. “One twenty,” I counter. Victor grabs her wrist. She shakes him off, heat in her chest. “One fifty!” she cries. The room goes still, every gaze trained on the paddles in our hands. I raise mine slowly. Damien’s fingers brush my wrist—not stopping me, just reminding me he’s here. I lower it with a small smile.