Joker Game Novels & Stories

Amy said. “This isn’t part of the game.” A person at the other end of the table complained. “It is now.” Amy snickered. Looking at my card, I groaned when I saw I was holding a joker. Lily leaned over and laughed as she flashed her card in front of me, which was the other joker. Accepting the punishment, I reached for the bottle of hard liquor, but Lily grabbed it first. “I win!” A guy shouted as Lily and I drank from our shot glasses.

“Otherwise, this would end in a massacre.” I smirk, watching the young woman pouring his drink. “I’m just still figuring out how to replace you.” His big grin grows as he points his index at me. “Good luck with that, boss.” It is a real struggle to have them finally change the subject. They are rather determined to get more information about the girl out of me, but I’d rather cut my tongue out. Soon enough, we are talking about some idiotic sport again. We have only one rule at our weekly poker round, and it’s not to talk about business. A stupid rule that was introduced by Jenson, as I would not talk about anything else.

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.

Mamma's ashes had been taken by Antonio and turned into fireworks, set to be launched that very night in the busiest district of New Wis City. I went mad trying to break through and stop it, but security cordons blocked my way at every turn. Guarding those lines was Antonio's most trusted security team. Their captain barked at me, "Tonight is Signorina Ferrara's birthday. "Signor Gatti specifically ordered that no one approaches, especially you, Signora. Don't even think about ruining Signorina Ferrara's special night." I could only stand there helplessly, watching them launch Mamma's ashes into the sky. I watched the two of them kiss beneath the fireworks while my screams were drowned out b

"Not so fucking easily, boy. You are going to have to make it up to me." "Fine. What do you want." Jasper smirked, running a hand over his dump curls."Those Louis Vuitton kicks of yours I like." "X480 Fiber optic?" "Yea---" "Hell no!" "Then fuck off."Jasper said ,turning towards his locker. We were just done showering after practice ,preparing to head home. "Ah come on Jas, you know I can't give you those man. You can choose any kicks you want. Not those ones."

For hose who didn't want to wait at the bar, impeccably dressed servers circulated with gin and tonics, martini carts, and champagne trolleys brimming with bubbly. Lively music from the jazz band danced over the soft clink of glasses and elegant laughter, and intimate spaces Scattered throughout the room like oases of rich velvets and plush seating. In one corner, dealers lorded over half a dozen poker tables; in another, a silent film played via an old-school projector reel. The ballroom itself soared four stories toward a glass dome, where a breathtaking projection of the night sky painted it with constellations so vivid almost believed I could see Orion and Cassiopeia from Manhattan.

"Natalie, why don't I give the necklace back to you? I shouldn't have accepted it in the first place." The moment her hand touched the necklace, Hunter spoke. "Keep it." Then, he turned to me and stressed, "Whoever drew it got it." I chuckled softly. The private room fell silent for a moment, and Hunter's gaze grew colder. Gabriel frowned and said, "Natalie, it was just a game. Did you really have to make an issue out of it?" Then, he stepped in front of Tiffany. His voice remained gentle, but to me, it felt like a knife pressing against my throat.

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth