Three-card Monte Novels & Stories

A small curve forms on the corner of his lips, “Afterall, this is a free round.” “Please,” I point at the displayed card, nodding. I pick up my cards after Cain picks up his. I observe him closely, watching how his eyes widen with ecstasy. He was clearly over the moon from the cards in his fingers. I let my eyes settle on my own cards, hiding them so well that Cain couldn’t take a peek even if he wanted to. The cards in my fingers are 3,3,7,7,7, J, J. Cain pours himself a glass of the whiskey and drinks everything in one go, his eyebrow raised.

No matter how composed Benedict tried to remain, his expression darkened. He had pursued Autumn for a long time with little to show for it. The sight before him tightened his chest. He broke the silence. "We're playing Three-Card Brag. Everyone starts with 10,000,000 dollars in chips, and we settle at the end. Is that okay, Dominic?" As he finished speaking, a staff member stepped forward with a tray of chips and set it in front of Dominic.

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

“Your credit card bills are long overdue. You're going to have to pay up your debt or we'll have the law involved." The cashier at the bank told her. She had gone shopping for a few clothes and was really excited to check out when the store attendant told her that her card had been declined. Sarah had been shocked and had pressured her into trying the card three more times. After seeing that it was indeed useless, she gathered whatever confidence she had left and collected her car back before walking out of the store.

I touch myself to that thought often. This mission was to get information from a member of the Senate. I have slowly laid my groundwork for the past week, and he is completely smitten with me. He was middle-aged, fit, and, of course, married. His wife also signed a prenup, so he cannot get a dime unless he cheats on her. We rarely end up getting a mission that coronates with another. Otherwise, this would be a Dimond’s card play. Both cards got played. Usually, I would send one of my agents in, but the information needed. The Jack of Diamonds got played, so someone equal to him had to take charge. Plus, I desperately needed some dick.

I felt like a puppet under a puppeteer's control as I cried, "I'm not lying. Please do this for me. Please! Just one last time!" Gary ultimately hung up on me. Before doing so, I vaguely heard Phoebe happily call his name on the other end of the line. My earlier excitement was now replaced by emptiness. I sat at the table again and muttered to myself. I recalled how my brothers treated Phoebe and pretended to be her. I laughed to myself as I roleplayed, feeling like I'd lost my mind. My laughter grew louder and ultimately ended in strangled sobs. The seconds ticked, but no one came home. I waited until it was close to midnight—I had three minutes to go.

she teased. Once they completed each dare, they took another cocktail shot and continued the game. They really wanted to get wasted tonight. They decided to start with their song of choice, "Five Little Monkeys Mix." "Hey! Listen, you know the song, right? The Five Little Monkeys Mix? At first, take it slow when you pass it. Please don’t drop it," Meli exclaimed, explaining the rules. They were all listening, except for Kenzie, who seemed to disagree with everything Meli was saying.

His life changes when he finds a mysterious silver coin on a lone walk home. And when it presumably saves him from the clutches of his usual bullies in school, he starts to suspect the coin is not as ordinary as he thought. But then people close to him start to get hurt and the coin starts to show a third sinister face that follows him into his dreams to haunt him and he finds out not all coins have just two faces . . .

Sane had heard of the game, but never really knew how the game worked. Edmund raised both of his hands to stop the rest of the table from talking before he explained the mechanics of the game to those people who didn’t have an idea. He cleared his throat before talking. “I have a deck of cards ready here. Each player takes a turn taking a card from the center of the table's deck. Each card is followed by an action. The action associated with each card differs, and here are the following: Everyone must start chugging their drink as soon as someone picks an Ace. The individual who selected the card has the right to quit drinking whenever he or she wants. When he or she stops drinking, the indi

The money that Tabitha and I bet was money that I could afford to lose. “What’s the matter, boys—and lady—too scared to show your hands?” The Consigliere laughed. Almost like a telepathic signal had gone out, everyone had dropped their cards. “What the fuck!” All eyes were on Tabitha’s cards: She had a straight. She… she had won. The Consigliere’s face darkened slightly, but he forced a smile and rubbed Tabitha’s shoulder harder than he should. “Well, I guess you had me beat. Good game.” His voice was slightly strangled, and he smiled too much for comfort. He had three of a kind. If Tabitha hadn’t gotten a straight or had folded, he would have won. Tough luck for him.