Sif Cards Novels & Stories

… "Withdraw one million dollars in cash right now!" Jeremy slammed the black bank card onto the counter arrogantly, acting as though he were still a wealthy corporate tycoon. When the bank manager saw the top-tier black card, he personally rushed out to assist them. However, when he slid the bank card into their high-security terminal, the machine didn't spit out cash. Instead, a piercing alarm echoed through the lobby. The manager's expression instantly hardened. He coldly pressed the silent panic button beneath the desk. "Sir, this is a Soryn bank black card of the highest tier. Every withdrawal requires biometric verification from the cardholder. Unauthorized attempts are treated as sever

I asked quietly. “Because it is,” Dante answered immediately. Silvio ignored him, “Open it.” I slowly pulled out the card inside, then blinked and then blinked again. It was matte black with platinum lettering embossed across the front with no spending limit. My stomach dropped instantly, “Silvio,” I whispered in horror. Claire leaned over excitedly, “Oh my God, is that the Centurion card?” Silvio took a sip of his coffee calmly, “Among other things.”

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

One by one, the cards were swiped. Declined. Declined. Declined.

the saleswoman approached, smiling politely. "Card will do," Frederick took out his Global Elite Black Card. This was one of the two cards Seiryu had given him. One he lent to his old classmate Jade, and the other he kept for himself. Each card had a basic credit limit of fifty billion, and theoretically allowed unlimited overdraft. "Huh? What kind of card is this? There's no bank logo on it. Can it even be used for payments?" The saleswoman was puzzled, as it was her first time seeing the black gold card.

The bar was her career, and she could only feel at ease if she guarded her own career. Eric frowned and looked at her as if there was no room for negotiation. This woman was very stubborn. Without a word, he took out his wallet from his pocket. He took out a secondary card from his wallet and handed it over. “If you lack money in the future, you can swipe this card. There’s no limit.” Selena blinked, took the card, and looked at it seriously. Sure enough, it was a bit different from ordinary bank cards. It was gold-plated and held some weight...

Exorbitant limits for a twenty-six-year-old woman. My fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment. This is not anger. This is surgery. I select the three cards, click the option "Suspend for suspected fraud," and confirm by entering the primary authorization code—my code. A confirmation message appears: Operation successful. Cards deactivated. Cardholders will be notified upon their next attempted use.

"Those are sapphire gemstone. They are quite rare and is very expensive. Mr.Harris said to give this other cards to you Mr.Taylor, Mr.Smith and the Dinge brothers, the friends of our beloved master." They were all surprised. They were pretty pumped up to know that the dolphin cards was for them. "Premium cards are all owned by important people in Lilac grounds. "Black cards are used by directors, guards, exclusive area members and other high ranking employees.White cards on the other hand are used by the top families, establishment owners and their family,and some granted number of individuals." the receptionist lady said. "If it's different from person to person there should be different sy

replied the cashier. "Calm down Sonia, I brought another card too," replies Mr. Yusuf. Mr. Yusuf took the one remaining card, he handed it to the cashier, but again the card he pulled out could not be used. The cashier returned the card given by Mr. Yusuf. "Why can't my three cards be used," said Mr. Yusuf. "I don't know either, sir. Maybe the real card owner has blocked these cards," replied the cashier. "What do you mean, I am the owner of this card," replied Mr. Yusuf.

"Don't be ridiculous. Run it again. It's the Centurion card. It doesn't have a limit." "I ran it twice, Monsieur. Refusé. Do you have another card?" My smile faltered. "Hold on." I pulled out my Visa. "Try this one." A pause. "Declined." I sat up, feet dropping off the desk. "That's impossible. Try the company Mastercard." I rattled off the numbers. "Declined. It says 'Insufficient Funds'." "Insufficient funds?!" I shouted. "It's a corporate account! It has millions in it!"