Running Count Blackjack Novels & Stories

My heart sank with horror in my chest. Mr Lennon chuckled and pushed forward a nineteen. Winning this round, he took a chip from mine and placed it on his. I dealt an Ace and a ten value card then cried, “Blackjack.” The dealer checked his cards and nodded in agreement. I can’t believe I won the second round. “Oh,” Mr Lennon chuckled. “Lucky.” I took two chip from his side of the table and drew them to mine. The game continued for the next hour as the only sounds that could be heard was the swishing of the cards and the click of the chips.

But he sighed and walked back toward the table. “Poker or blackjack?” I smiled, starting to feel excited. “Same one we were playing out there.” “Blackjack.” Rocco and I sat facing each other, the table between us. The private suite was softly lit, creating a more intimate atmosphere. I picked up the cards, my mind focused on the bet. As the cards were dealt, I made my movements deliberately slow, my fingers brushing the cards in a teasing way. “Ready to lose to a woman?” “A good player never brags before the last hand.”

“What can’t be?” ‘Can’t be’ was still the color black. It was eerie. “Calculations are definitely not wrong.” Louis pursed his lips, his black eyes fixed on the satisfied look as he held a pile of gambling cards from her, still determined, “No problem, let’s continue.” He must win at least once. Many people were watching, and if he continued to lose to his own woman, it would be quite embarrassing. Louis paid even more attention to the card shuffling, examining the shuffling movements. In his mind, a pile of calculation formulas surfaced. The results always excluded the color black, but black remained black.

He then reconfirmed with Jared, "Mr. Johnston, you mean to take your car out and have this, uh, lady, drive it?" Jared gave a faint "Yeah." He had finally deigned to shift his gaze from Nicole onto Mack as he asked, "How many people today?" "Fifteen, so far." Mack replied. Fifteen? The corners of Jared's lips raised. "That's enough. Start the round. I'll be the dealer." 'WHAT?' This time, Mack was really flabbergasted. Normally they would wait until at least about twenty-five before starting the round. It was only then they would be sure to make a profit.

Ash designated himself as the dealer, but cash money was used instead of poker chips. Amberleigh dug through her purse, Ebony pulled out her boob stash, and the boys rifled through their wallets to pony up. Before the first hand was even dealt, Ebony declared that folding wouldn’t be tolerated up in this bitch. And Ash added shoes didn’t count as articles of clothing. The stakes had been raised before the game even fucking began. Ash set the initial ante at ten bucks. Leo, left of the dealer threw down his ten spot first, then Amber, Grayson, and last but not least Ebony.

A slim dealer dressed in a smart black suit welcomed him with a nod, his hands leant against the large red felt table, cards shuffled and ready. “The game is vingt-et-un (blackjack) Sir, minimum stake of five hundred pounds. We start in one minute if you care to play?” Oliver gulped at the stakes but did not let it show. “Sounds exciting, gentleman, may I join?” Taking a seat across from various Dukes, Knights and European Princes he made his and Milo’s formal introductions, received courteous nods, exchanged cards then took a seat and waited with bated breath for his first turn of the card.

I deal her two cards face up and myself one face up, one face down. She looks down at her cards, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She has a ten and a six. Hard sixteen... the worst hand in blackjack. "Hit me," she says, her voice smooth. I slide a card off the top of the deck. As I do, she reaches for her wine glass, her elbow catching the edge of the table. The slight clatter draws my attention for a fraction of a second. I slide the card over... A five. Twenty-one.

Carla informed us. This was a typical thing for our pack, the Shadow pack. We were the only pack in the world that had the whole town and school. Other packs liked to come and admire our set up. Some even try to create it themselves but it never seems to work out for them. Carla's Dad is the pack Beta and her Dad tells her almost everything since she's the next Beta in line. He is working with her even more since she and James discovered that they are mates and there isn't a danger that she will have to leave the pack. That's yet another reason why I don't want to find my mate.

“And what kind of ‘play’ did they do?” “Well, did you know that in a normal deck of cards there are 4 aces? That means that in a single deck there is the possibility of getting black jack only 4 times? But if there are more than one deck then you multiply 4 times the number of decks. So, in a shoe with 6 decks there are 24 aces and a possibility of 24 blackjacks! That’s not even taking into account that a normal deck there are 4 cards per suit that equal 10. 4 suits in a deck times 4 equals 16 cards that equal 10.”