Fair Play Card Deck Novels & Stories

Obviously, Ivanka won. However, Ivanka raised her eyebrows a little. “According to the rules that you all just said, we are to compare our cards every time we reveal them. The one with the largest value wins. For this round, I have the highest value. But you and my friend both got six, which makes me wonder: if all of us end up with the same number, then we’ll rank the card’s value starting with spades as the largest, followed by hearts, clubs, and diamonds. “I won this round, so I’ll show my cards first. Then, we’ll go clockwise. You don’t need to let me go first. Since we’re already gambling, we don’t need to obey such rules.”

Andrew pulled out a pair of jokers from his deck of cards, and the maids shook their heads. He laid down his remaining seven cards. "Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, jack, and queen. I win." He extended his hand. "Pay up."

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

she murmurs. As her hand sweeps forward, I casually reach across the table, my fingers brushing against the edge of her card deck before she can swap it with the hidden card in her lap. I slide her a king. "Twenty-four. Bust," I say calmly, flipping my own cards over to reveal a clean eighteen. "My win." Eleanor blinks, her sassy smirk faltering for a second. "Lucky guess." She says stroking the back of her neck with her hand, biting her lower lips as she stare at the cards seriously.

I wasn't sure what Mikael said to Tori, but not long after, she returned. Of course, she was still clutching that deck of tarot cards she never went anywhere without. Her face was plastered with a sugary smile as she laid out the cards in front of me, gesturing theatrically for me to pick a few cards. She glanced down. Within seconds, she let out a dramatic gasp. "Ms. Gilbert, this spread is absolutely divine!

Darren protested, "No, why are you all fighting after me? Don't play like that." "Thirty thousand dollars, anyone else?" "Take one." Daron took the twelve thousand from Renea's hand. "That's a license to eat cards." Renea nodded in understanding. "When you eat a card, you can't take another card, just play one out." Before Daron finished speaking, Renea directly hit the only remaining single eight in her hand. Daron didn't even have time to stop, his heart tightening. Darren revealed a bad smile and said, "Renea, it's already like this and you still dare to play eight out?"

This time the cards are also very good. In other words, even at the beginning of the game the arrangement of the cards is considered perfect. This is really a good sign. Today his luck was really lucky that he got a card as good as this! Moreover, the cards in his hands were perfect, a pair of seventy, eighty, sixty and ninety thousand. In general, the numbers ten and ninety thousand are very difficult to get into a player's hand, so they will definitely be issued. In other words, from now on, as long as someone pulls out a ninety thousand card, Daisy will win this game.

Sweet. “Read ’em and weep, boy,” her father taunted. “Yee-haw, here’s a chance to win some money back from the card sharp. I’ll double down and split,” Kane said. Dash had an ace showing. He flipped over a Queen of Hearts on one of Kane’s cards. “That one’s good. Hit this one.” He turned over a nine of clubs on the other. “Good. Now let’s see what you’ve got.” Her father turned over his hidden card. A Six of Spades. “Seventeen. Dealer stays on seventeen. Let’s see them.”

She reached out instinctively, intending to retrieve the card—but before her fingers could even brush it, the man shoved her hand away. Pain shot through her wrist. She gasped, staring at him in shock. “Did you think it would be that easy?” he said harshly. “You stole a card and tried to use it. You’re a fraud.” The words hit her like a slap. Fear. Panic. Humiliation. They all crashed into her at once. Her head dropped, unable to face the accusing eyes surrounding her. The murmurs grew louder, heavier, suffocating. “Please… I’m not what you think,” she pleaded, her voice trembling as tears spilled over. “I didn’t steal anything. Please just let me go…”

Then Tracey shuffles again before she deals each of them thirteen cards. Gordon wouldn’t really hurt a child, would he? Could he shoot someone who’d barely had any time to live? Kelly begins, placing down the three of diamonds. They make one round when Gordon plays down the two of spades, the highest card. How can this be? This is just like their game. How did the Beta manage to get the same card again? Gordon places down a combo, and Kelly looks ready to counter him. This is exactly the same game, nearly identical.