Trap Card Meme Novels & Stories

she asked. "Four of a kind," he laughed, laying his cards down and collecting the chips. "Okay, so what stupid stunts did you ever pull?" She leaned back on her hands, and he glanced at her, noticing the redness in her cheeks. "What is it?" "Do you remember Mr. Malcom, the senior math teacher?" "The one damn fucking teacher who had it out for everyone to fail them?"

Luke had already sold his gym. Every day, they stood outside demanding their money back. "You bitch! Give me my money back!" "$60,000! Not a penny less!" "I sold my damn gym for that $40,000!" The security guards could barely keep them back. Mia was too scared to leave the apartment. I stood on the balcony, watching the three lunatics below, and pulled out my phone. Then I sent each of them an anonymous message. Three photos. Mia and Landon embracing outside the private clinic.

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A tiny memory card slipped onto the table. Ryan frowned. "I didn't see this before." He picked it up between his fingers. There were no markings. No label. Just a plain black memory card. His pulse quickened. Whatever was stored on it had been hidden deliberately. Someone wanted him to find it. But only after he had already read the note. Ryan stared at the card for a long time. Questions raced through his mind. Who sent it? Why me? And what could possibly be on it? Outside, thunder rumbled in the distance as dark clouds slowly gathered over Miami.

Until I was pasted against the wall with my hands tied on my back. “Ouch… you are hurting me. Leave me.” I protested. “The world already has an impression of me. I don’t give a heck about it anymore. However, you need to be aware that I don’t like to hear excuses, yet you are lucky to be granted this opportunity twice.” His hot breath fell into my ears, as if someone from hell was downcasted and he was surely one. A devil. An inferno with a tattoo of a weird and unrecognizable symbol on the side of his neck, which I noticed when he flipped me around.

The driver said in a chortling intonation. “You can never grow out of this good feeling, O’Neil!” Japheth cheerfully said, making the driver bellow with laughter as he drove into the vast yard of this fenced premise. Soon a throng of buff men rushed to the truck and gathered around it, ululating and whistling merrily as they welcomed Japheth and O’Neil. Japheth alighted and dashed to the back of the truck, dispensing the crowded men with harsh screeches that filled the cold air. He walked over to the large container at the back of the truck and opened it, allowing the men to offload the huge boxes of beverages and snacks he and O’Neil had bought as a cover up.

The shock and trauma had ingrained so much fear and sadness inside Eliza that it was heartbreaking to witness. “Your life is not ruined, Eliza. You cannot say that over a guy. You can start anew. Leave this city and start your life over. I am sure you will find happiness. You believe me, right?” Tom gave Eliza words of encouragement while holding his pinky finger out. Eliza chuckled and with a couple of tears falling from her face, she wrapped her pinky around her dad’s. Eliza remembered this as a part of her childhood memories. Her dad would always make her shake her pinky with his whenever he would ask her to trust him.

Thomas walks to the ring leaving a wake of malicious chuckles. "Hey." Cate's voice grabs my attention. Looking at her, her green eyes focus on wrapping my other hand. "You got this. Tracey is a pussy, do an arm bar and you'll take him out easily. He can't figure out how to get out of them so it'll be a piece of cake." Arm bar? I've only successfully done that once. Maybe twice now that I'm thinking about it, and I was a kid. "Why are you telling me this?"

“I did not cheat.” “Then how were you able to win every time!? It’s like you know our cards!” Marvon gives off a sigh. His expression looks like he would rather not explain himself to idiots, but after seeing that I am looking at him, he complies. “I just memorized the back of the cards. See, your deck of cards is old and is developing unique creases and folds on the edges.” It seems like I wasn’t the only one who was struck by what I have heard because everyone seems to be gawking.

My Mate, Alpha Cain, froze all my assets. Right when I was about to have our first pup. The voice on the phone belonged to his new assistant. A smug Beta she-wolf named Jasmine. She sneered. “Every penny you spend goes through me now. Cain bled for this pack. He won’t waste his money on a weak wolf who can’t even hold a shift.” That same day, the contractions started. They rushed me to the pack hospital. Every single one of my cards was declined. But that wasn’t enough. She kicked my parents out of the "Moonlight Sanctuary," the new healing center I’d built for them. Threw them into a basic room. Her reason? “Two old-timers don’t deserve the Alpha’s resources.” I laughed. She had no idea. Th