Fair Play Card Deck Novels & Stories

There were only a few of them playing, so they just removed the cards from 1 to 6, leaving them with the cards 7, 8, 9, 10, J, Q, K, and A. Every time Natalie took the initiative to bet, she would bet at the lowest price. In the end, the four face-up cards of Natalie were A, Q, J, and 10. Jasper's face-up cards were K, K, Q, and Q. Stephen had folded during the third street. His three cards were 10, 7, and Q. Frederick's face-up cards were K, 10, 10 and 10. Natalie glanced at her trump card and put it down quietly.

"Catherine, are you cheating or something?" Triston, Aidan, and their other companion were all in disbelief. Catherine looked at them calmly and softly replied, "Is it that difficult? There are only a total of 54 cards. Just remember them all, and it's that simple." The others thought inwardly, "Remember them all?" Everyone was speechless.

She asked Lisa if she'd ever played it, which earned her an outright laugh. Bill was clearly as eager and interested as me; he was off like a shot, returning in moments with a deck of cards. We didn't know enough of the game to make up any rules for what happened when we were out of cards, and played it very simply. The winner could make one person take off one item. We played five-card draw, nothing wild, to keep the game simple. We still had to go over the rules of poker three times for the girls, and eventually make a cheat-sheet of what hands beat what others.

A casual look round the table told her that the smart gentleman had a good poker face, and either the mink coat lady had a bad hand or she was trying to bluff. Everyone laid down their starting bets. Adrea pretended to hesitate and then went with it. Aris had a small smile on his face as he looked at her. She was not fooling him. The dealer laid down three cards. Adrea fought off a frown as she saw the cards. There was an eight, a five, and a seven. All of the same suit. If anyone had the same suit, they had a flush, and the chances of someone having a straight were also not nil. She watched Aris as he checked; the gentleman next to him did the same. The mink coat lady folded. Adrea was not

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

He shuffles them once, the sound crisp, then deals ten cards between us in two neat piles of five. "The highest card wins," he says. "Loser does what the winner says. No arguing." My pulse kicks up. "And if I win?" I ask. He doesn't even blink. "You won't." The arrogance in his voice should piss me off. Instead, a daunting smirk curls my lips. Arrogant bastard. I'll make him eat those words. "Fine," I say, sitting up straighter. "Let's play." We flip at the same time. I get the ace of hearts. He gets the three of clubs.

I didn’t come to Westbridge High to make enemies. I came to survive. New school. New city. Just me and my best friend, Joe, trying not to get crushed by a place ruled by rich athletes and their unspoken rules. That plan lasted exactly one day. Because Joe got targeted. And I made the mistake of stepping in. Now, I’m caught between the two most dangerous boys at Westbridge: Jay Vale the untouchable hockey captain who looks at everyone like they don’t matter. Liam Knox the former best friend who used to stand beside him... until a bitter confession broke them apart. Jay says he wants to help me. He offers to tutor me, to protect me. But the way he watches me doesn't feel

It's not decided yet. "Uncle Buck, this hand counts." "Of course." I smiled slightly, then flipped the last card. "Three kings. Trips." "Impossible!"

that mounted to the wall, a new DVD/Blu-ray player, several new games for his PlayStation3 and Xbox One, new clothes, a pair of shoes he’d told Sebastian he liked, and a variety of other things striking of his fancy. “Hm,” Sebastian said as a frown formed upon his brow. He lifted the corner of a box and looked under it. “No. Not under there.” “What?” Jaxsen asked curiously. “Nizhoni, have you seen it?” “What?” Jaxsen asked with an excited giggle recognizing the game. Sebastian smiled as Nizhoni answered, “No, I don’t see it anywhere. We did remember to pick it up, didn’t we?”

Nate asked. “It’s called Egyptian Rat Screw, and the point is to get all the cards,” I answered while laying my card down. The game is simple. A deck of face cards gets distributed evenly among the players. Nobody looks at their cards. Each player places a card in the middle face up in turn. If a Jack is played, the next player has one chance to play a face card or an Ace otherwise the player who laid down the Jack gets the pile. A Queen gives you two chances to get a face card, King three chances, and an Ace four chances. Also, if you slap doubles, you get the pile. “Poker is a lot more fun,” he grumbled.