Transmigrated Into A Female-oriented Card Game Novels & Stories

When she looked around idly, she found that the two girls at the next table had been peeking at Zayden, and then her eyes brightened. “Do you want to play cards?” she asked the girls. The two girls were flattered, blushing and nodding happily. Alice looked at Zayden and said, “Facts speak louder than words. Prove it to me, Mr. Collins. I want to see how you guess the cards.” Zayden didn’t refuse. Soon, the two tables were put together and the girls quickly got a pack of cards from the front desk. Before they started the card game, they drew for partners. And the result showed that Alice and Zayden were opponents.

she said. I waited. "Backhand shot," she said. "Off the left post. I had a bad bounce in a game two years ago. The puck came off weird, I lost the handle, it ended up in our own net." She turned her water bottle. "I'm fine ninety five percent of the time. There's this specific angle though, left side, four feet out, and my hands just don't trust it. Won't commit." I looked at the ice. "What do you do about it?"

Kat snapped from where she sat beside me. This time the three of us let out long dramatic gasps. We were seated at a booth in Chris' mother's bakery playing a card game that Chris had introduced to us. It was called 'the Resistance'. It was basically a strategy based game where you had to identify who the spy was in the game. And so far, my money was on my dearest boyfriend. Roman and I had been hooked from the beginning but Kat honestly just thought the game was a waste of time. We didn't care, we made her play anyway.

“You know she was my fave. Anyway, you won her fair and square. I’ll win her back soon ‘nough.” The men around the card table laughed. Trading and betting with women as currency was normal to them. They were turned into mere collectibles, and had little value outside of that role. They didn’t see those women as anything more than property and playthings. The worst part was, they were hardly the only ones who did this. This was happening elsewhere, all over the galaxy. And very few were able to do anything about it. Beyond the men playing cards, the rest of the bar was dark and a little damp. Some droning electronic tune floated in the air, but that too was rather subdued.

But maybe it was the crazy way we met or the fact that I had already humped Roman. I wasn’t as nervous with them as I was with other guys. We started a game of Three’s, and the guys complained the entire time that I was making the rules up. “Seriously?” Roman wrinkled his handsome brow, “An eight skips the person next to you, but a nine makes it, so they have to lay one down lower. A ten clears the deck, and a three is a mirror card. I think you are making this up; this can’t be a real game.”

The girl’s name was Layla. Bush dealt the cards, and the prostitute explained the rules of the game. “In the end,” she said, “the person who has the trump card will have “The Supreme Right” and can give any order that they want. Alex won the first round, and after proudly displaying the trump card, he said, “Anyone who has three must show the color of their underwear to anyone who has a four.” After he announced his instructions, everyone looked down at the cards in their hands. Luckily, Crystal did not have a three. She looked around the table and smiled as Layla placed the three Spades on the table.

If she won, she could win three people. She thought for a long time and picked out three cards. "Three Jacks, do you have any?" This was already big cards. If there was no cards that could suppress her, she could play card 2. If they could not had big card, she could play the small card 6. Pei Xian and Joe said they could not big cards. When it came to Blake, Blake had three kings to suppress her three Jacks. Lan Li lost the chance to play cards and was so upset that her ears almost collapsed.

He slowly let her go and leaned back, contemplating the ceiling with a resigned expression. Somewhat subdued, Jasmine finished collecting her loot and then helped to clear the table. With everyone working at once, everything was quickly put away. As soon as it was done, the ladies took their winnings and left. Keilor poured them both another drink and then saluted Jayems. “A greedy man would regret letting them win that last hand.” Their people had brought the game from Earth long ago, and cards were a popular pastime among their people. The ladies should have been more suspicious when they found the cards in Jaymes’ room.

"Three face cards show their sleeves. The King of Hearts, the Queen of Spades, the Jack of Clubs." She studied them. Inhaled. "The Queen of Spades." "Well done, Grasshopper." She elbowed him. He chuckled. "But it wasn't a queen originally," he said. "When the cards were first made, women weren't given positions of power. They were knights. The knight was the one who used the King's blind spot." "Chauvinistic pigs," she said immediately. "Feminism was another thing kings didn't see coming," he replied, pressing his lips to behind her ear. She huffed but didn't argue.

He saw me placed between kings, a queen born from nothing but their rivalry. Dino reached into his jacket, he handed me my phone, one I had forgotten I had, and then he pulled out a black card, slapped it against my palm. “Funding. Pin’s 1794. Don’t fuckin’ waste it.” Alessandro smirked, sliding his own card free, holding it out with practiced elegance. “Take mine as well. Use what you must. Build what you need.” I stared at the cards. At first, confusion tangled me. Was this another game, another leash? But then it shifted. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe I could use their games against them.