Stacking The Deck นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"How about we play for something more interesting?" "I don't play strip poker." "I mean a privilege." His words caught her attention. Her teeth bit into her lower lip. He watched her actions with pure pleasure. "Benefits of what?" she asked. "The first person to win with three stacks (3 of the same card and a pair) gets a random favor from the other player. It can be used at any time, just like a voucher. so." Her face lit up with benefit. "You can use that privilege with anything? No rules?"

I repeated the process two more times until there were four piles of cards between her and me. She reached over and flipped the top card on each pile. There were no labels on the cards, like in some tarot decks I’ve seen over the years. Her fingers grazed over each one. A slow smile crept over her lips. “The solution to the curse is the future, and not the past.”

“Interesting.” “Probability correction,” Zic replied calmly. “The house was overextended earlier.” The dealer’s hands shook slightly as the chips were redistributed. As the stakes rose, so did the tension. So they switched games to cards, and Zic accepted without hesitation. The deck was shuffled once, twice, three times—the dealer’s hands moved too smoothly, and zero caught him. A small manipulation of the hand meant to deceive amateurs. Zic cut the deck once and the dealer froze. “You missed a card.” The dealer swallowed hard. “Impossible.”

I glanced at Liam to ensure he was comfortable, and he nodded. Toralei explained the rules of the game: we would spin the bottle, and whoever it pointed to would pick a card from the box. The card would determine whether the person would be dared or asked a question. Toralei spun the bottle slowly, and my heart raced as I followed its movement. It eventually stopped, pointing directly at me. What terrible luck. "Alright, Jenna," Toralei said, passing me the box. I reache d inside and searched its contents before selecting a piece of paper.

"What are we playing?" "Something with stakes." Audric plucked the deck from Chris's hand, shuffling it like he actually knew what he was doing. "Truth or dare, but with cards. Lose a hand, you answer a question or do a dare. Your choice." "That sounds like a trap specifically designed for me." "Maybe." He dealt the cards out with a grin that told me exactly how much thought had gone into this plan. "Guess you'll find out."

He was holding a set of Fours, he was trying to bait Ethan into shoving his entire net worth into the pot thinking he had the higher hand. The dealer burned the final card and laid down the river: Eight of Spades. The board was set: King of Spades, Ten of Hearts, Four of Diamonds, Ace of Spades, Eight of Spades. "All in," Karras bellowed, shoving the remaining stack of bearer bond certificates and five million dollars' worth of chips straight into the center of the table with both hands. "Show me what you've got, ghost! Or surrender your life right now!"

I say, and he throws me a grin, but it’s thin now. Not so confident now, are we? I would be laughing if I found any of it even remotely funny. I came here for a reason and, so far, everything’s going accordingly. Sliding my entire stack forward, I mutter, “Call.” We both lay down our hands, and Dexter reveals the two pairs he’s holding. Queen and Jack. I lay mine down straight. King, Queen, Jack, Ten, and Ace. His face drops mildly before he picks it back up, but it’s late. I’ve seen it already. I won.

As someone who had reached the realm of semi-Empyrean, although he only slightly manipulated the spiritual energy of the earth, he could easily change the cards. As for the current cards, the probability of forming a royal flush in spades had reached 60 percent. Even if he lost, it would only be a matter of another round of gambling. "I'm in." Alexander waved casually, gesturing for Yoan to bring over 300 million chips. He smiled at the beautiful female dealer. "Fourth round. Deal." Shuffling swiftly, the female dealer began to deal the cards, her hands trembling slightly in the cotton gloves as she distributed the five cards.

She sits back down with a huff “Okay.” She turns to Ash and he sits up, ready to obey her. She gets up, and cracks her neck and rolls her shoulders. Ash is looking at her curiously, and she moves to his side of the bed and pulls out the deck of cards. He’d kept the ones she’d outright dismissed to one side, and she shuffles the remaining deck expertly and deals him three. Kai licks his lips and whimpers,

“It’ll be fun.” We moved toward a large table near the center of the room. Seven chairs were already set up, the surface cleared. Zaden took the lead with all the flair of someone used to being the center of attention. “Alright, here’s how it works,” he announced. “We’re playing a game called ‘High Stakes Blackjack.’ It’s like regular Blackjack, but with a twist.” He pulled out a worn deck and began to shuffle. “Each player gets two cards, and we all bet on who can get closest to twenty-one without going over. After the initial deal, each of us can draw one more card or ‘stand.’ If you go over, you lose—and there’s a consequence.”