Open When Cards Novels & Stories

Several gasps filled the air, the audience bursting out in an excited uproar and then the person with the cards started shuffling until each of us got our cards. While they took glances at their cards, smiling amongst themselves I just remained calm. “Alright people, reveal your cards!” they announced and Coco easily revealed hers, “Ace of Spades, 8 of Hearts, 7 of Diamonds! Looking good, Coco!” the man from earlier cheered her and she smiled, eagerly waiting for others.

She sweetly stood on her toes and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before drawing her two cards. “With these cards, I forgive you of your sins against me,” Mari said and flipped over the card to reveal a 4 of hearts and a King of clubs. Mari quickly delivered strong punches to my stomach before stepping back into the circle. Next was Alec. “With these cards, I forgive you of your sins against me,” Alec said before drawing his cards. 3 hits to my stomach and he too stepped back into the circle.

Just something simple, designed with white and black. A drawing of the man is at the opening of the card, while a drawing of the woman is at the other side and if whoever is given the card or whoever wants to open the card, opens it by the handle, the woman at the other end meets the man at the beginning and the person reads the invitation. It was quite unique and very lovely. Simple yet elegant. When the cards were done, we started sending out invitations to packs. It was going to be a big one, seeing as my family still had alliance with some other big packs, but there was enough space for all.

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.

I'll make it up to you tonight, alright? He leaned in, breath warm, too close. I slapped him. "I said I want a divorce. Not playing." The room shifted. His eyes? Fire. But he dialed it back, voice soft like he was trying to play nice. "So it's not that, or that... What, then? You're not actually leaving me over a rewards card, right? Just 'cause you had to reload it?" I looked him dead in the eye. "Yep. Divorcing you over a rewards card. Even a dime spent on you makes me gag."

I’m opening my eyes when Angie snaps, “Keep your eyes closed!” I flinch. “Okay. They’re closed.” “Do it again.” I begin touching the cards randomly again, and I let out a startled sound. “This one?” Angie asks tightly. “Y—yeah.” “Keep doing it,” she says. By the end, when I’m allowed to open my eyes, I see that she has separated four cards and is studying them. I recognize three of them as the same ones she showed me before, that day in the park. However, the fourth one is new. I can’t make out the picture.

These were memorable words that wouldn't require much thought to remember. Vivienne placed her cards back on the deck and the cards shuffled on their own. The base of the cards were all blank which made me assume that the images would appear once the game started. "Are the images different each time?" I asked. "Yes, they are. The cards always remember your magic so no one here has ever seen the same object twice," Vivienne answered. That would certainly make the game fairer. I was ready to test the power of my will. "And by the way when the card turns black and flips that is when you start chanting." I nodded at what Vivienne had said.

“I’m up for a challenge.” Sandra found four decks of new cards still in the wrappers in a drawer beneath the table, and a rack of colorful chips. She placed them on the wooden surface of the table, then sat down in a chair between Irena and Creighton. She slipped her thumbnail beneath the wrapper of one deck of cards and opened the box, shuffling them with dealer-perfect fingers.

Isadora shook her head slowly. “I…Ican’t…” Gianna stood. “Oh, baby.” She grabbed her chin. Hard. “You already did.” Valentina tapped the deck. “Pick a fucking card, Number Four.” Sofia whispered. “Let the game begin.” ** Valentina licked her thumb and flipped the first card off the top of the leather-bound deck, her red nails gleaming under the dimmed chandelier. The card fell flat onto the table. Black. Isadora’s stomach dropped. Valentina grinned, slow and cruel.

Just as he was about to step in, he paused and turned back toward Rhea. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. “Here.” Rhea blinked in confusion as he handed it to her and turned it over slowly in her hand. Her father leaned closer to look as well, both of them sharing the same puzzled expression. Seeing her expression, Rowan explained calmly, “It is a black card. You can use it for your upkeep and shopping.”