Stacking The Deck Novels & Stories

I felt something rub circles against my inner thigh and my entire body froze. “And as for what I want from you, I want to take you back to my suite, strip all your clothes off and have you on your knees and hands begging me for me as I slam into you with my hand in your hair pulling your face so that you’re watching me devour every inch of you, marking you and claiming you as my mine. I want to see you as you scream my name from those perfect lips of yours and beg me to kiss you.”

GINGER The only question I could think to ask was, Will my wolf come back? "Okay, dear. You have your question?" I nodded. "Wonderful, now shuffle please." She handed me the deck. I did as asked, shuffling for a few seconds, and then handed it back to her. Again, she fanned out the cards. "Please pick one and turn it over." I hovered my hand over the deck for a bit until I finally found one to pull. I flipped it over. Death.

Terrius POV "Queen. " I announced as I placed a card face down from my hand and onto the deck that lay in the middle of the 5 of us. " Bullsh***!" Manor says as he flips over the 1 card I placed down, revealing a 4 of spades. " Ah-ha!" Manor smugly grinned. I groan as I take all the cards on the bottom and add them to my hand.

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

She then said, "That way we can start having fun right away." He agreed with the idea, so he did the same. The deck was cut after the cards were shuffled and the cards were mixed. He refilled their wine and dealt them the first five cards of the game. Putting his thumbs together, he saw that he had two pairs of fours. When he looked up, he saw that Catherine was very focused on her hand. He removed three cards, and he asked, "What would you like?" It was Catherine's turn. She flashed an Ace and asked for four cards, then dropped her discards on the quilt in front of her. He gave them their replacements, and when he picked up his saw, he saw that nothing had changed. 'Crap,' he thought.

He knew I knew. “You realize this puts you back on the board,” he said. “Whatever game you think you’re playing quietly? This ends it.” “I’m not playing a game anymore,” I said. “I’m ending one.” He exhaled through his nose. “You always were bad at choosing the easy path.” “I never pretended otherwise.” “Price just doubled.” I didn’t flinch. “Still worth it.” “You still have access?” “Enough,” I said. “Hidden stacks. Not connected to any accounts.”

she blurted out, her voice small but filled with disbelief. “That could already buy a house…” Her grip on the card loosened slightly as panic flickered across her face. Instinctively, she turned to Ethan again. Help me. But he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched. Her throat went dry. Slowly… reluctantly… she turned back. Taking a deep breath, she handed the card to the cashier. Her fingers trembled. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as the machine processed the payment. Then came the small pad.

The number wasn’t even on my card before, making it 3,3,3,3,7,7,7,J,J,J,J,5,5,5,5,2. Damn it! I just needed four of everything to win. 3,3,3,3 -7,7,7,7 -J,J,J,J- 5,5,5,5. It seems the last remaining card on the deck favors Cain accordingly as he lets out a throttle laugh. He winks at me, tilting his head to the side as he takes me in slowly. “Let’s see.” I knew I had already lost, so I didn't waste any time in displaying my cards.

“We throw one away before the shared cards come out. No one sees it. It’s dead.” “Why?” I ask, watching his hands. His movements are too smooth. Too controlled. Like he’s dealt a thousand nights in a row and never once let his concentration slip. “To stop cheating,” Morgan says. “Or accidents. If a card gets marked, bent, or flashed, burning keeps the order unpredictable.” “And because,” O’Hara adds dryly, “any decent game does it. Habit.” I nod slowly, filing it away. Even the deck has safeguards. Layers of them. Nothing left to chance if it can be controlled. It shouldn’t comfort me, but it does. Rules. Procedure. Protocol. I can operate inside that.

Now, I see why. Everything was prepared for him. She waited. Her eyes measured him; she was expecting a weaker shaman, not a Taldir one. They were too powerful to be defeated so easily. He looked at the deck; the back color was the same. There was no way of knowing which cards he will draw. There must be some other way for her to draw the lucky cards. She's using some kind of trick. The table was made from oak, naturally its aroma was wood, her deck, on the other hand had a mixture of aromas. The decks were reshuffled.