Trickster Spades Novels & Stories

“How did you taped this?“ “Let’s just say marigold fell right into the same trap she set.” I’m more confused until Tristian expatiate. He proceeds to tell me how he he sent a spy to marigold’s party after I told him about my attendance. “I sent a spy to keep an Eye on you at the parry because I knew marigold had something up her sleeves. And she didn’t betray my expectations. My spy told me marigold spiked a drink with a sexual arousing pill which he eventually discovered. She intended to spike your drink but you were ten steps ahead. You switched it and she drank it.” Tristian ended with a smirk.

Tristan commented glancing at the double fairytale style staircase. “Its somewhere secure,” she said cryptically, her spy intuition kicking in. It was her childhood fantasy. Become a spy but this was slightly different considering that she was planning on stealing something. “Ask the book,” Tristan offered. “I don’t have the book,” she replied biting her lips. “Okay then, let’s meet our target,” he said fixing the dark blue tux he wore.

She scoffed, "But yeah, stalker much?" “What?” I asked. “I’m a spy, it’s in my nature to notice things.” “Stalker would be a more appropriate term.” She muttered, and after pointing to my chicken lasagna, she moaned, “This is really good.” “Well, Spies are not very different from stalkers. Only that, most of the times, we have good intentions.” “I agree.” She said, “Except for when you trap young women into marrying you.” I stiffened at the direction the conversation was headed but when I looked up to find her smiling at me, I realised that she was just teasing me.

And, as old as I was, I hadn’t been amused in a very long time. For this purpose, I was willing to see this through, slightly hopeful the amusement would continue. “You… want to escape too?” the tribute asked, looking at me. She had a rounded face that was pleasant enough on the eyes, and shoulder-length brown-blonde hair. Her eyes were a darker kind of brown and filled with emotion. Vampires learned to hide their true feelings, but this wolfless seemed an open book. I wasn’t prone to lying. With powers like mine, I found I didn’t need to deceive anyone anymore, to get them to do what I wanted. With her though, for this game, I was willing to play along.

"Trust me, you haven't seen regret until now! Take a good look, everyone!" He revealed the King of Spades with a flourish, his grin sly as a fox as he folded his arms and leaned back. "Didn't see that coming, did you? King of Spades, right here! Come on, let's see what you've got…no way you all top this." “No way! You're the King of Spades?" Jessica gasped. Her smile faded. Mark smirked, proud as ever. "I warned you all. I said…point at me and you'll regret it. But no one listened."

On the other hand, he is so pampered, feared and loved in this town that if he accidentally bumped into someone, they would probably be the ones apologizing to him and not the other way around. Okay, yes, the spoiled thing I got from all the internet research I've been doing this weekend on the guy. I was bored, okay? He keeps staring at me and I stare back at the jerk, straight into his electric blue eyes filled with anger, hatred and what looks like a hint of pain. He also has freckles on his nose that I hadn't seen at the funeral because I was so far away. But up close, wow, they suit him and somehow make him look more attractive. He has full pink lips that I wouldn't mind tasting sometim

I am Luna, a cursed Lycan. The sins of my grandfather brought this curse upon me. According to the witches, nothing can break this curse. The witch who placed the curse is dead and now we make sacrifices every full moon to her to beg her. This sacrifice started when I was fourteen and now I'm nineteen. I guess six years isn't enough for her broken heart. If you asked me I'd say she was being cruel. I mean six years of living in hell aren't enough for her to let me go and let me be?.

"The tea has gotten cold. We will need five cups if you don't invite the new guests. One is about to leave." Jinx shot Gran a panicked look and got right to work using the Chariot card to pull the other two members of their party to him. Guru and Spitfire were still in the Underworld, or he would have been alerted by the deck that the spell couldn't be completed. But they were hard for the card to find. After what felt like a very long time, the card shot up to the ceiling and began spinning quickly. A spiral of power formed around it, opening up a hole through which two bodies tumbled.

And I refuse to be his toy. He clenched his jaw. I know that he is growing impatient. I smirked at him. "Petrakis Tzivas is in my dungeon. Bathing in his own blood..." he whispered in a cold and low voice, making me froze in his arms.

“Yes, Chester?” “Well, consider this, a plan that is probably better than facing the enemy head-on. What if we set a trap? If we pull back all of the border guards and let the Paria-Drae soldiers advance and get most of them in the forest, then we can have some soldiers launch an attack with guns and get them to think that all the manpower we have and that our plan was to try an ambush. But then we can “retreat” and make it seem like we were overpowered but in actuality, we place some bombs all over the forest and when we’re clear, we take out a huge chunk of their soldiers one time. And then, we dispatch the rest of the soldiers and finish them off. Sure there will be a lot, but we got rid