Emu Otori Cards Novels & Stories

he murmurs, placing a memory card in his hand before he falls asleep. “What is it?” Simone asks, looking down at the memory card. “It’s a memory card for a phone” Emmett says, holding it up to the light. “I guess he wants us to see what’s on it” he includes, placing the card into his phone. As it loads, the screen splits into two; front view and back view of a car travelling down the road. “Holy Shit!” Emmett exclaims. “What?” Lester and Simone ask together trying to look over his shoulder.

Xena explained, "This phone only works in Martial City. Due to the barriers, it can't connect to satellites, but it works perfectly within the city. It's unregistered too, so you don't need to worry about being tracked." The device was more of a chunky block than a modern phone. It had an archaic feel and a tiny screen that did not support video calls or other advanced features. "What's this card?" Felix asked as he pulled out another item—a card that looked like an emerald-green bank card. The only difference was that it appeared to be made of emerald, with elegant swirls of pale green throughout. "That's an emerald card! In Martial City, the currency isn't money—it's emerald. The city's tr

Emma stared at the electronic gadget without blinking her eyes. Weston sensed her desire. “Want to play?” She nodded. He called for the waiter. “Do you have another tablet? Bring one over.” The waiter hesitated. “But they are all used for ordering food, and there are no games…” He handed a card to her directly. “Go to the nearest electronics store and buy one over, you can also choose a few phones you want yourself.” The waiter immediately took the card, recognizing it as a limited edition black card, and nodded quickly. “Sure. Please wait!”

Not long after, Edwin took out a black card from his wallet and handed it to Melati, who was still standing looking at him with a surprised look. "Take it," said Edwin briefly. "What's this?" asked Melati, who did not understand. She stared at the unlimited card with a confused look. "Even an elementary school kid knows it's a card. The code is our wedding date. There's some money you can use there to cover all your needs." "But what are you giving this to me for? Isn't it not–"

At lunch break, Takuto casually pulled a small box from his bag and placed it on his desk. Inside, arranged with care, were five exquisite erasers: Pokémon Edition (Pikachu & Charmander) Kamen Rider Embossed Logo Hatsune Miku Concert Commemorative Version And... the legendary Gundam eraser. Miu’s eyes lit up like a magpie spotting treasure. “Whaaat?! Where did you get all these?!” Takuto pushed up his imaginary glasses again, giving her a cold, calculated smile. “You can borrow them. For a price.”

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

I asked. "Take them." I looked down at the cards, the moment I looked closely, my jaw nearly dropped. "No." Roman raised a tiny brow. "No?" "I can't take these." I stood up from the bed gently, walking away from him. "You can." He answered softly, turning towards me. I stared at the cards again. My hand slammed into my forehead. "This one," Roman said, walking close, pointing to the first card, "is for emergencies." I nodded slowly. “Okay?”

As he turned to close his door, I noticed his shoulders slump, as if he was relieved that Emma agreed. “Here you go, Ms. Moore,” the teller said. The teller handed over a black card which was emblazoned with our pack’s crest. Jealousy was clearly written all over her face. There was no way that the teller would ever get to have one of her own. It was the most prestigious card in our entire pack. ‘Well, damn. It’s not every day that someone has a Black Crest card,’ Ethan whistled. I agreed because the only reason that Ethan and I had them was because they were pack funds. Well, apparently Emma really did not need for us to help out. She looked just as surprised as us about the black card.

the attendant said before she fixed it to the machine, it made a beeping sound causing her to frown, "Ma'am, this card has been declined," "Declined?" Amora asked before she searched for another card in her pocket and handed it over to her, "Try this one," The attendant collected and fixed it into the machine again, "Ma, it's still declined," Amora's heart rate beat rapidly, her eyes collided with Eduardo for a moment, "Okay, how much is it? I will pay with cash," Amora said as she scrambled for dollars in her bag, She dumped them on the table and turned leaving hastily with her cards, she dialled Camila's number, "Where are you?"

The SpellTech were like programmed morbidly to the e-card[Electronic card] where by the automated scanner would read the logo of the e-cards and them open up for the weilder and right now, Alicia held these three cards. Alicia couldn't help but wonder what Camilla was doing with three of them. It wasn't as if all was expired but they were all active so what the heck was she doing having three along with an international card which looked like that one was expired. Whatever, she doesn't care. She now have the card.