Honami/cards Novels & Stories

Leander reminded him, “Don't open it yet, brother, we'll show you the cards later. Faye, don't hesitate. Pick one!” “All right...” I was a little nervous by his urging, and randomly took a card, held it in my hand. “Not the smallest, not the smallest, not the smallest...” I prayed in my heart. I was the least dressed of the three! Next, Leander takes one. “Show your cards,” Liam said flatly. As soon as the words fell, the three of us opened the cards at the same time. My card is ten clubs. Liam's card is 7 of Hearts.

she blurted out, her voice small but filled with disbelief. “That could already buy a house…” Her grip on the card loosened slightly as panic flickered across her face. Instinctively, she turned to Ethan again. Help me. But he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched. Her throat went dry. Slowly… reluctantly… she turned back. Taking a deep breath, she handed the card to the cashier. Her fingers trembled. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as the machine processed the payment. Then came the small pad.

She greeted. “Welcome to my world, time, space, and dimension, Princess Aihara Selina Shinohara.” With the name that marks the pure content and excitement unto her face and very being, a warning illuminated across time and into her room. From the corner of its twisted space, three cards appear as she senses its mana and pictures the image that it contains, as she whispers. “The fool, the empress, and the emperor. The cards are moving.”

We are going to be passed out on the lawn by the end of the night except for Fox. I and Ransom are the first ones to have active cards but so do Angel and Shadow, meaning our cards match. Unfortunately for Ran and I, we have to drink longer seeing as how I have the 10 of spades and Ransom has the ten of clubs while Angel has the 3 of hearts and Shadow has the 3 of diamonds.

Samual announces, slamming a card down over top of mine in victory. Liam groans, shaking his head with disbelief. "If you want to play that game then..." he shuffles through his pile, keeping intense eye contact between Sam and I. He pulls one out, flagging it above his before he, too slams it down in victory. "A BLUE FOUR!" Samual chuckles at his stupidity, throwing himself back in the chair he's so content with Liam's mistake. "My Love, that card was either supposed to be a nine or red! Are you perhaps colour blind?"

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

Hudson himself stood up with smiles at the cheerful gesture of his family members but the whole display only got me even more amused. “You do realize I haven’t opened my cards yet, right?” I announced and all their screams came to a halt. “You’ve lost already! He has Ace of Clubs, Ace of Diamonds, King of Spades! You can never beat that!” Amelia sneered smugly as she stared down at me from where she stood.

As they left I walked closer to the dining table, a little more relaxed because no one was here. A game where they did more talking than playing, where the order wasn't continuous. It was something I had never seen or heard of before. I checked through the cards that had already been played on the field with confusion. There was no correlation between them. I then looked at the cards that were left behind, which were supposed to be in their hands. These cards did correlate, all of them were royalty and the heart suit. Dominic was the Queen, the guy whose shadow looked like Xavier's was the King, Jake was the Ace and the other dude was the Jack. "What the actual fuck," I thought out loud,

A small curve forms on the corner of his lips, “Afterall, this is a free round.” “Please,” I point at the displayed card, nodding. I pick up my cards after Cain picks up his. I observe him closely, watching how his eyes widen with ecstasy. He was clearly over the moon from the cards in his fingers. I let my eyes settle on my own cards, hiding them so well that Cain couldn’t take a peek even if he wanted to. The cards in my fingers are 3,3,7,7,7, J, J. Cain pours himself a glass of the whiskey and drinks everything in one go, his eyebrow raised.

he said, rubbing his nape. Kian explained the cards and their strengths to me, but I could tell his attention was divided between the cards and Levi’s and Christian’s conversations. “Spades can detect mana and often nullify them. The smaller the number on the cards, the greater their strengths. Which means 10 of spades can detect weak strong mana, but the ace of spades can detect even the slight trace of mana,” Kian said. “Oooh! Oh!” I gasped. “Back in the hotel, you used the spades to detect if the place was enchanted in some way, right?”