Fair Play Card Deck Novels & Stories

Did she do it on purpose? "I forgot that when the Trump suit is the Ace of Spades, then the player that has the higher card of spades will win. And if there are no spades left, the players can play different cards, in the hope that the other one won't play the Trump suit. So, do you understand now?" She didn't give me a chance to answer and proceeded to the giving of cards. I need to win. "We'll play to three sets. The first one who wins 2 sets will be granted a wish. Well, I already know yours. I will tell mine later when I'm sure that you'll lose, which I am sure."

He shrugs, grabs a deck of cards from a drawer because of course, it's his house, he knows where they are kept. I sit opposite him as he shuffles the cards, and deals, giving us both five cards each. The whole time, he has a huge smile on his face which screams ‘I win’, even before he looks at his cards. I look at my hand, a pair of eights, nothing else. It’s weak, but I keep my face blank.

“There are three cards that signify different meanings. The BLACK card is the most common; it’s the one you get when you get invited to a fight. This BLACK card comes with a written letter, the time, and the location for your pickup, and at that exact time, you’ll be brought to the fighting ring where you’ll fight until one of you dies. After this fight, the sum of 50 million dollars is given to the winner in cash, alongside 50 investors’ 1-kilogram gold bar, which weighs about 32.15 troy ounces, with an approximate value of $130,000 - $140,000.” “The RED card. Not very common, it’s only given to players who have hit the top list and survived several fights. The RED card means the final figh

The 10, Jack, Queen, and King. “Ha! I won!” the bearded man yelled enthusiastically, revealing his hand: 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9. All hearts. A straight flush. He was certain this lethal combination would crush his opponent. “Only fools rush in,” Michael countered. He flipped his cards over with a sharp thud on the table. The Ace of Diamonds. The dealer immediately declared Michael the winner. “You’re older than my father. You really shouldn't have embarrassed yourself by losing to me.”

My options. "I see you don´t know what to choose." My Master passes me several playing cards. Not a full pack, just the Ten, Knave, Queen, King and Ace of Hearts. I look at them blankly. "Master?" "We going to play a game Charlotte, and you are the prize. You will shuffle and deal the cards. You will give each of us a card. When it is time for a new...um... participant, you will call a card. The holder of that card takes a turn.

I asked still raising a single brow at him as he looked up and gave me one of his teasing smiles. "You'll pick a card from your opponent side and say or do whatever you see in the card, we're just to go for the truth 5 times and for the dare, there's no backing out," He said as the corner of his mouth twitched while I nodded in anticipation more curiously. "The Blue card is for truth and the red card is for the dare, so we'll be going for the blue card first," He notified me while I stared at the two cards in affirmation.

Tom had gathered enough,the feds were t here, he couldn't wait another second, he took a long drag, pulled forward to observe his progress in extinguishing his cigar, threw it on the floor,looked left and right avoiding eye contact with the men that stood fifteen steps away from him. He walked very fast, enjoying the cold wind hitting his face, his game was scheduled for the next day, he he had to be on his A game. He walked past several empty blocks, he had exchanged so many nods with alot people it seemed like the new handshake,finally he was at the "Popular Place" it was on the other part if town,with dealers of all kinds of drugs, they had a club upfront to serve as a distraction, but th

The dealer began to get angry, the emotions that began to evaporate, the veins on his face stood out. "People here can use Mana however, they prefer luck." replied Altair as he spread his hands. Altair then put his 4 gold coins on the two cards. Each contains 2 gold coins. "This is the joker," then opens the card. "Then this is 3 hearts," he opened another card. "Uncle didn't mention how many cards you could bet, right?" Altair said slyly. Everyone was amazed that the card that Altair opened was a joker and 3 hearts.

She said, "Warily, I say that I'm not going to do this." Shawn smirked, "Let's see what you have." She spread out her hand, and grumbled, "I have two pairs. Twos and fours, then." Smiles wide as he shows off his hand: "It looks like the view is going to get better and better." Shawn's three eights had been joined by two aces. "The house is full. Eights beat aces." He said, with a knowing look. "Oh yeah!" Catherine yelled, "Son of a fucking, bitch, this isn't fair."

His hand moved swiftly to slide out three cards one at a time. “The ace of hearts, the ace of diamonds, and the ace of clubs…” he recited monotonously as he turned over each card in turn. I let out a soft scoff at the ridiculousness of this game that he called simple. That was when it occurred to me that I was bound to lose this game from the moment that I agreed to play it. The game was simple, but it wasn’t at all fair and luck had completely no play in it at all. I could feel Bradon’s eyes on me and when I looked up from the table, my eyes met his intense blue gaze. It felt so outrageous that I didn’t know whether I wanted to scream, cry, or laugh all at the same time.