Three-card Monte Novels & Stories

By the time Luca busted, he was laughing in disbelief. “Okay, little songbird,” he said. “You’re terrifying.” She grinned, blowing him a kiss, that he theatrically caught. I almost blew a gasket. Lemar followed not long after, shaking his head. “I should’ve signed you and studied with you.” She leaned back, batting big blue eyes and giggling. “Told you I didn’t need more than ten.” Then she looked straight at Mason and Dev. “Card counting doesn’t work as well with three decks, hmm guys?” she said pleasantly.

Linda quickly distributed three cards to everyone, and seeing that was a third of all the cards, Frank understood why there were two decks. "One shot, Mr. Frankton. Do you yield?" Frank picked up his cards: a straight flush to king. Since it was a good hand, he shook his head. "No!" Linda could tell from his reaction that his hand was good too and turned toward Nora. "What about you?" "Three shots!" Nora was clearly more used to the game than Frank and bluffed convincingly despite having a bad hand. "Three shots it is!" "I'm not yielding even with three shots," Nora pressed, her tone clearly challenging. "Showdown?"

“Read’em and weep!” Nate frowned and the rest of the men looked at my cards, nodding their approval of how I’d beaten Nate. I raised my hands in victory but then Nate cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “Ah man, you have a flush. All I have is three of a kind,” he said, dropping three Jacks onto the table. “Ha, ha, you owe me a hundred dollars sucka!” I giggled. “Oh wait!” Nate said. “I forgot about these other two cards.” And then he dropped two “8’s” onto the table.

Instead, she sat aside and drank her alcohol. "Alright. The person with three of Diamonds starts." "Me, me, me... I'll start." Marshall exclaimed in excitement while throwing out a 3. Based on ascending order, Kenneth's turn was next. "Pair of Queens!" 'Tsk. He threw out a pair of Queens at the very beginning. It seems like Kenneth has some strong cards,' thought Kisa. She looked at Marshall's cards worriedly and felt her heart sink momentarily. Nobody wanted Kenneth's pair of Queens, so he threw another card out, "Chain!"

I sat down on the rusted metal chair. The dealer, a man with a jagged scar running through his eyebrow, slammed a fresh deck of cards onto the wooden spool. He looked at me, then at Brick, and spat on the ground before explaining the rules. "One card each." He grunted. "High card wins the hand. Winner picks the penalty for the loser. First to win three hands takes the pot. And the pot... is the girl or the warehouse." Brick leered at me from across the spool. "Ready to strip, sweetheart?"

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.

Everyone kept their bets pretty minimal. Discard one, flip the turn card. Three of diamonds. Thane raised one hundred. Everyone called. I discarded and flipped the river. Ace of clubs. Shit. I had nothing but a pair of threes. Tove and Sweetcheeks folded. I called. Thane won with a pair of Jacks. Asshole. "Shirt, please," Sweetcheeks called, her smile big and bright enough to light up the city. She clapped her hands together. "I like this game much better."

Traylie asks. "It means winner chooses what happens next," Amanda says, eyes still locked on mine. I look at my three of a kind and make a decision that's either very brave or very stupid. "I'm in," I say. We flip our cards. I have three jacks. She has a full house. "I win," she says. "Yeah," I manage. "You do." She stands up and walks around the table until she's standing directly in front of me. Then she extends her hand.

Olivia stood back and looked at me. “You want to talk Bash?” she asked me and I stared into her beautiful eyes. I didn’t, I was over this and I was over having to share her. I looked down thinking for a minute, if I stopped this it means I would have to give up Olivia and that I certainly didn’t want to do. If I had her I had to share her with Blake, it killed me and all I wanted was Olivia to be mine, completely mine. We had been a threesome for the last year and it was clear I was the only person with the problem. I think I would feel even sicker if I had to watch her be with Blake and not me. Me and Blake had been best friends since we were kids, we had shared a few women and Blake had gi

She stood there with her eyes slightly lowered, looking lost in thought and not moving. The old me would probably have been on edge, my fingers trembling in an unbearable mix of hope and heartbreak. I would have been suffocating from the bitter feeling of knowing the girl I cared about with all my heart was still hung up on another guy. But now, the feeling wasn't as strong. I didn't want to watch them, so I followed Samuel and his friends to the card table. A few rounds in, I had lost a decent amount of cash. Irritated, I excused myself and stepped out into the hallway for a smoke.