Jack Of Hearts Novels & Stories

"I'm just the messenger. No need to spill blood…yet," He was tall, lean, and dressed in the black and silver armor of the Darkroom kingdom. The dugil of Edgar's reign-an obsidian wolf's head with blood dripping from its fangs- was embossed on his chest plate. His slick black hair was tied back, and his blue eyes sparkled with amusement. I glared at him, my hand still on the dagger. "You should choose your words more wisely in the court." He chuckled. "You'll need to get used to my words, my lady. I am General Maverick, your escort to your new... Home,”

I asked. He began scratching his nape while looking at the floor, visibly ashamed of the situation. He answered nonetheless. “I just did a little persuading with the landlady. She was hard to talk to at first, but I guess cakes are really the way to some people’s hearts? This,” he paused, holding up the box on his hand. “This was not just one box earlier. I had to give it to her with hopes that she has a sweet tooth. Turns out that she does,” he finished.

“Do you want to play with us?” Hugo’s face broke into a charming smile showing dimples on both his cheeks. “Really? Can I? Please teach me. I don’t know how to play these.” “What? You suck, man.” A blush spread over Hugo’s cheeks but he endured Ponjie’s taunt. “I can learn.” “Whatever. Since you’re new to this, here. Let’s check all the cards.” The three of them got busy laying out all the cards and grouping them based on their kind. Hugo was once again amused with what he’s seeing. He clarified, “So this is what we call the standard deck of cards containing four suites: hearts, diamonds, spades, and clubs?”

I planned on what I'd do in Thailand and finding someone wasn't on my list at all. When I was at the airport I took the box she gave me and opened it. It was a gold watch, it was similar to the one she always have on. I took it to my face and it smelled like her. God it was it exactly. I turned it around and found that it was engraved with a heart and inside was written MY HEART.. "She has good taste.. I wanna see her when you come back." I laughed at Paris, "not happening.. I love you."

Her voice rose clear in his mind: *"You're my little Joker." The words startled him so much he nearly spoke aloud. It felt as though she were truly speaking to him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the deck of cards, flipping through them until he found the Joker. Above the word, in his mother's handwriting, were the words *"You're my little."* Jack ran his finger across the letters, feeling the faint impression in the cardstock. Something tight in his chest began to loosen. He let out a breath, then found himself laughing quietly. Anne glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "Are you okay, dear?"

"There's three hundred thousand on this card. No PIN needed. Two hundred thousand to pay you back, and another hundred thousand for interest. For the last decade." I paused, then added, "Thank you. When I found out, I was really touched." Finally reacting, Jessica hurriedly waved her hands in protest. "No, you don't have to. Just think of it as…" I cut her off, "Debts need to be repaid. As for my gratitude? If you ever need me, I'll do whatever it takes to help." I pushed the card into her hand before she could object again. Jessica pursed her lips as she held the card helplessly, then said hoarsely, "Seb, we…"

Switzer said as a hit their hands together. But it did not actually make a loud voice, it made a simple sound instead. "So what is behind that!?" Zilla's voice sounded as he was shown to be stepping out of the inner room. While Switzer and Wisdom's hearts beat double at the same time. Because all their mind was that Zilla had all their secrets in his hand. Besides they still pretended like nothing actually happened. "What is behind what? what do you mean?" Wisdom asked. "I mean why are you guys so joyous this night, I can see the excitement in your faces"

Mira pointed to the carved box, the symbols she didn't recognize. Kieran crossed to the case, looking inside. His jaw tightened. "I don't know," he said. "I've never seen that before." "Your grandmother's box. Hidden behind your locked case. You've never seen it?" "I didn't put it there." He reached into the box and pulled out a stack of papers—old, yellowed, covered in handwriting that matched the photograph. "What is this?" Mira took the papers from him, scanning the first page. The Locke Legacy: A Record of Blood

the girl said as she drew out her card which had her name age and rank. ' eh rank? I didn't check mine, oh boy it's absurd isn't it? aw man' he thought as he stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out his card without looking. The shocked looks on their faces made him turn the card to look at it himself. Name: Jack . Age: 26. Rank:X ' X ? what kind of rank is that? but since their looking at it like this, I guess it's pretty high? ....' he's still thinking about what to make of this when the boy bowed his head and said

“Fine, as you wish!” With that, he pushed over five million dollars in chips as well. The foreigner was stunned, but he gave a faint sneer afterward. “Very well, you’re very gutsy.” The third card was the jack of clubs for Philip and the queen of hearts for the foreigner. “Sorry, I already have a pair of queens. It seems like lady luck is not on your side this round!” The foreigner laughed and said, “Seven million dollars!” Philip smiled faintly and said, “Call.”