Stacking The Deck นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It wouldn't work even if he asked for help like this! Natasha didn't take it to heart. However, when the game was only halfway through, Christin shouted, "That's not right! This is not right! There is a problem with this stack of cards! Why is there an extra five and six!" Natasha kept quiet. Christin seemed to have discovered a groundbreaking loophole. Then he showed his mobile phone screen to Natasha and said, "I was wondering how was it possible that I lost to you! You see, we have already finished playing with cards numbered five and six before. However, number five and six turned up again suddenly. Obviously, there is something shady with the cards!"

"Of course! What's the game? And what's with that smile?" He chuckled, his eyes dancing with playful delight. "It's a game called 'Deck of Surprises.' Each card reveals a unique challenge or surprise for us to embark on together in this suite." "Did you write all that out yourself?" I gasped. He shrugged. I clapped my hands in anticipation, feeling a rush of excitement. "That sounds amazing! Let's dive right in." With a flourish, he began drawing the cards, each one prompting us to accomplish extraordinary tasks within the confines of the suite. From building a blanket fort to recreating our favorite dance routine, we enthusiastically embraced the challenges, laughing and bonding over shared

Willow's POV Nearly two months later... "So we each get a hand of seven, then out of this deck," I point toward the heaftier deck I placed on the table in the middle of us three, "then I flip out a card," exactly what I do and Liam and Samual watch in awe, "and we go around seeing if you either have the same coloured card or same number as that one: a green seven!" "And what exactly is this called?" Liam questions examining his deck thoroughly like it's some confusing science project.

We just needed an excuse to take advantage of ourselves. "OK," I said, "Let's change the game a little." I stood up, taking the wine bottle with me. "New game," I said. I rooted around the cabinets. "This is a deck of cards," I announced, holding up the deck as I walked back to our little circle. "Wow," Sam said, "you really are full of amazing tricks." "Ha ha. Now, I'll shuffle the deck and deal each of you a card, face down. High card wins. But before we reveal our cards, each of us can make a bet. Something silly, something dirty, whatever."

"Do n⁠ot‌ waste the chips." I loo​ked at St⁠erling's eyes. T⁠he‌y‍ were dilated. He was excited.‍ N⁠ot ab⁠out the cards—about the power​.‌ He thoug‍ht⁠ I was a stupid g​i⁠rl⁠ he could bully. I did‌n't fold.⁠ ​"I'm all in," I said, pushing m‍y entire stac​k—t‌hirt‌y tho​usand dollars—into the center.

“The Hierophant. Use institutions. Use procedure. Use ethics boards, the press, legal channels. Get someone solid who can’t be bought. Force transparency.” I can hear Zach’s people now… lawyers, PR, the velvet walls of denial. I don’t care. I have hindsight and she can’t hide from that. Paige slides the cards together and pushes them toward me. “Shuffle.” I shuffle the large cards as best I can. I hand the deck back to her. “Now for Zach.”

I had known it would be like that and I had tried to get out of coming, but Rob had insisted. Financially it was a good move on my part because those young guys didn't know how to play poker and I was cleaning up. They were doing all kinds of stupid stuff like holding a pair of fours with an ace kicker and only drawing two cards or trying to draw to an inside straight. One of them in a hand of seven card stud stayed in until the last card with nothing but an ace, king in the hole against two pair visible on the table. It was like taking candy from a baby. Then they started getting silly with adding wild cards. When Rob's best friend had the deal and called seven card stud with "deuces and ja

he continued, "...I'm not able to share the documents of your father's will with you." I moved my gaze beyond his face to his desk and tried to concentrate. "Ralph, we settled this. I was here. I've been here multiple times. My name is on the ledger for my father's documents. I've seen them. I've seen the will and the codicil." His brow furrowed. "Adelaide, can I get you something stronger than that water? Maybe something to settle your nerves...like whiskey? I know..." he said triumphantly, "...I have wine. A nice bottle of Montague Private Collection. It was a Christmas gift last year."

she asked further. “Because I want the treasures, I'm your husband-to-be and I should be the one controlling our money and not you” he said, sweating profusely. Alessia's brows scrunched up on their own in disappointment. “I can see you're just being jealous. The safe box's contents are my father's family's treasure, something that is passed to every first born, I can't break the rule of giving it to an outsider” She spewed out without thinking twice.

The spaced-out words were rife with incredulity. "Yes." "You're fucking serious about this?" "Very. Do I seem like a man who calls pack alphas to make absurd claims?" "I don't know what you like to do for shits and giggles." "Dangle worthless criminals from rooftops until they cry for their mothers." Thaddeus also enjoyed walks in the park, looking for muggers and rapists to chase. And visiting prisons to spook the inmates into renouncing their wicked ways. Oh, and the debauching of virgins, especially those born to religious families.