Trickster Spades Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, I turned away without hesitation after dashing all the hope he had left. At the press conference, I answered reporters' questions. Someone asked, curious, "Ms. Celeste, Mr. Chambers from Tricacia spent 12 million dollars on Ashen Mythos. When you were accused of plagiarism, he presented your design documents in your defense. What is your relationship? Are you friends, or something more?" I paused for a moment, then explained openly, "We were friends back in Tricacia. We discussed the development of Ashen Mythos." But that was the end of it.

Clara didn't let on very much just yet, but Vanessa knew she'd seemed intrigued-and that's what she was looking for. As Vanessa strode homeward, already her mind danced with possible happenings. She would keep in contact with Clara, gain Clara's trust over time, probing a little here and there. But that was the beginning, and Vanessa, well, Vanessa had been one of those kinds of players. She knew the long game-and this time, she would win it.

But first, you really need to help me kill this guy, for moon's fucking sake. I contemplated the offer for a few seconds, my mind racing with doubts and suspicions. This sounded too good to be true, like something out of a fairy tale. I needed more details, needed to confirm that this wasn't a setup. One known fact about the Ace of Spades: you could never trust anyone, not even the Alpha King, the so-called head of the high table.

The odds were now firmly in Oliver’s favour. “I do declare I shall stick right there!” he cried ecstatically, slapping the red felt table with his hand. “Come now Cedric let us see what you have.” Cedric nodded, everyone held their breath as the first card was revealed. Ace of Spades. A large “oomph” and clicking of cheeks echoed around Oliver. A nine, ten, jack, queen or king would beat him, his feeling of victory suddenly felt premature. As Cedric moved his hand to turn over his second card Oliver drifted into an almost out-of -body experience.

Even if he just held the card and forced a draw, I could live with that—as long as he didn't go out of his way to hand Tiffany the victory on a silver platter. Shawn looked away, a cruel, mocking smirk playing on his lips. "Tiffany, watch this," he said. He kept the Two of Spades in his hand and discarded the Eight of Diamonds instead. "Eight of Diamonds." Tiffany let out a squeal of delight. "I win! I was waiting for this Eight of Diamonds!" My heart felt like it was sinking into the bottom of the ocean. He had clearly drawn the card that could have helped me win, yet he chose to break up his own winning hand just to feed Tiffany the discard she wanted, even though that one move would cost

He was holding a set of Fours, he was trying to bait Ethan into shoving his entire net worth into the pot thinking he had the higher hand. The dealer burned the final card and laid down the river: Eight of Spades. The board was set: King of Spades, Ten of Hearts, Four of Diamonds, Ace of Spades, Eight of Spades. "All in," Karras bellowed, shoving the remaining stack of bearer bond certificates and five million dollars' worth of chips straight into the center of the table with both hands. "Show me what you've got, ghost! Or surrender your life right now!"

"This won't do! We can't kill this soul-seizing spider king! It is too powerful! There's no chance of victory unless we use our trump cards together!" "The Soul-taking Spider King is too strong. It's definitely not something we can easily contend against! As for using our trump cards together... Haha, why don't you go first!" "That's right! The so-called trump cards are all extraordinary, and they usually involve our own secrets. Since you want us to utilize them, why don't you make the first move?"

[Ongoing update of this TOC] _______ Prologue ToC _______ Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! Update: Completed "I think I got the wrong turn?" Kiera, who only followed the light, was lost in the unknown place. "Welcome players to the Enchantrix Game!" Said the system. "Yep, definitely wrong place..." She shrugged, "Welp, what could make it worse than getting lost after dying?" "The game is... Race of the Sperms! Good luck!"

The barrage of comments was sharp and mocking like shards of ice, but I remained unruffled and gazed at Cyril quietly. "Ms. Nichols, please reveal your answer," Robin said politely. I swept my gaze across the scene before revealing slowly, "The three cards are all blanks." The words hung in the air, followed by utter silence. Regina was the first to speak up. She mocked, "Are you serious? Cyril told everyone he'd draw three poker cards at random from a deck. How could they possibly be blanks? Even if you have a death wish, don't drag me into it. What a joke."

Would my life be a mere four of hearts just like he’s showing me right now? Bradon pulled the card away from my face and with a swift wave of his hand, the card suddenly transformed from the lowly four of hearts to an Ace of Spades. It all happened so fast, and I couldn’t follow how he managed to display a trick like that. It just felt like I was watching a magician work his magic right in front of me and there was no point in trying to unravel his tricks. “In my world, I can turn all your cards into Aces, Dahlia. What about in your world? Is there someone who can help you do the same?” he asked as his eyes narrowed slightly at me.