Reverse Card Meme Novels & Stories

My parents, Leander and Valentina Rhodes, were cutthroat capitalists through and through, bringing the company’s toxic corporate culture right into our home. Eating a serving of pork ribs meant a performance deduction. Using the washing machine required paying a depreciation fee. Just to survive, I spent day and night coding and developing software. Finally, a photo-editing app I developed completely on my own went viral, earning my parents’ company $7 million. At the celebration dinner, my eldest sister, Sienna Rhodes, who managed HR, received a $70,000 bonus. My youngest sister, Delphine Rhodes, who worked in business development, walked away with a brand-new Porsche. Meanwhile, my pa

"At least pretend to be sneaky, Foster. For a spy, you're kinda of obvious." Foster glared at him. "I haven't played poker since boarding school. Give me a fucking break." "Everyone called, time to flip your cards, gentlemen," Rafe announced as he exhaled smoke around his words. Mas flipped his cards, a small smile on his face. "Straight." I smirked. "Flush. Sorry. Better luck next time." The last card flip had saved me. It was a mismash of hearts, but it was still five hearts. We all turned to Foster.

I thought may be someone is coming, I quickly hide myself behind the door so nobody can see me but as a wolf they can easily smell us than an idea hit in my mind. If the smell of this room is so strong that can easily cover my smell but this is a rush I have to move out from the room as soon as possible. I walked to the table suddenly I gaze over the cards . I Imagine all of my memories are upon cards, all of them, the good, the bad and the ugly. Positive people reread the good ones more often, they remind themselves and others of everyone's best traits. The bad or ugly ones they have reflected upon and come to a healthy form of acceptance, one that is both protective of the self and fair to

The first mail said and I was still chuckling when I opened the second one, still from the same person, “And you see this is old man Jack, someone suggested that you might not know who it was” I smiled as I typed a quick response, “I’ve felt like shit for the past hours because of my teeth, yes it finally looks good and whoever said I wouldn’t know who sent it must be stupid, I mean who else gave me a black card, it wouldn’t take much thinking to figure out, even your mail is all you, who else would have a mail that said thatblackguard@yahoo.com phew, and I haven’t spent much because I want to be remembered when I do start spending so I have to set the face they will remember, now that its d

Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

Bowden laughed mockingly. The card Leon took out had a garish appearance, with the words, Supreme Card, printed on the upper right corner. It looked more like a saloon membership card rather than a bank card! What kind of fool would pay hospital bills with a saloon membership card? Bowden struggled to control himself from cackling like a madman!

"Respected VIP user, your bank card number is 8888, and you are spending $23,520 in a certain shopping mall!" "Respected VIP user, your bank card at the end of your card number is 8888 . . . Dozens of text messages consecutively made Archie's phone ring into a monotonous music sound. His handsome face turned black all of a sudden.

The white card sat on the entryway table for three days before Chloe finally picked it up. She turned it over in her hands that morning while Vanessa showered, running her thumb along the embossed edge, reading Isabelle's name and a phone number printed in plain, unassuming type. It looked like nothing. A business card, forgettable, the kind you'd find in the bottom of a purse months from now and not remember why you'd kept it. And yet it had rewritten the shape of her entire life in four days.

I responded to him and I heard Mason swear. "What the fuck, Mason? Why are you acting like it's a big deal? It's just a black card and you also have one." I said to him but Mason just shook his head incessantly. "No, no, this is not the same with our black card, this is a fucking VIP black card, you see that small barcode on the bottom side? That's an indication that you have a VIP black card." Mason said and returned the black card to me, I stare at the barcode that he was saying and indeed there was a small barcode attached on the bottom side of the card.

Angelito chuckles lightly when he doesn't think that other available money on his account is from the stock market units he sold the other week. "You're flattering me so much, uncle…. Take what I owe. I count my money well," he says in an indirect sarcasm of his uncle's greediness of wealth. After Ramos returns the black card, Angelito gently slits it inside its plastic cover. This is his opportunity to know who the traitor inside their circle is.