Trickster Spades Novels & Stories

Tristan let out a loud, barking laugh, pointing a finger directly at the card. "A prop!" Tristan scoffed, his voice ringing out loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear. "You actually bought a prop!" He looked around the room, his arrogant smirk returning in full force as he tried to rally the crowd back to his side. "Do you see how pathetic this is? A fake black card! You can buy novelty metal cards like that on the internet for fifty bucks. Did you honestly think you could just drop a heavy piece of metal on the table and we'd actually believe you have five million dollars?"

He had enough to match her bet, and he admitted to himself that he would be happy if she took his money. The gentleman folded immediately. Now only Adrea and Aris were left in the game. Their eyes connected, and they regarded each other. There was something akin to determination burning in Adrea’s eyes. There was humour burning in Aris’ eyes. This was why he’d dubbed her Spunk. He thought she had it in spades. That, and he liked to see the fire in her when she was irritated. The dealer laid down the next card. An ace of clubs. Adrea glanced at the card, registered it, and then looked at Aris, trying to gauge his reaction to seeing the revelation. There was nothing but that small, arrogant sm

Bottom card, Ace of Spades! As the bottom card was revealed, Alexander's hand also laid bare. Spades jack, queen, king, ace, along with the Dragon Eye card—the 10 of spades—perfectly forming a royal flush of spades, the highest hand in the 'Drawing the Dragon's Eye' gameplay! "No!" At that moment, the four Gambling Kings went deranged, especially the leader among them, Wardell. He stared fiercely into Alexander's eyes, his teeth grinding loudly. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! That ace of spades clearly belonged to me..."

She said, and cast her eyes down, shaking her head. I could see her mood swing from one of hope to one that was reflective. She thought deeply. She remained silent for close to a minute before she spoke again. “Grandson,” she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest.

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

A straight draw. Dexter raises a card. “I take it the little princess came crying home after our chat? She looked pretty shaken, you know.” I match his raise without wearing any emotions on my sleeve. “You’re mistaking curiosity for fear, cousin. Though I must say, that was a pretty bold move you made there. What do you think you’re doing cornering my wife like that?” Seeing as this is a private game and without a dealer involved, Dexter turns the card, revealing a Nine of Spades. He watches my face like he’s waiting for a flinch. But he doesn’t find whatever he’s hoping to find.

His eyes gleamed with malice as he lowered his voice, "All you need is the condom he used with his girlfriend. Take it and do IVF with his sperm. I'll help you with the rest. "You can make use of the fact that the baby was born out of wedlock to get your hands on the inheritance rights. After all, you'd be the mother of the Mortis family's heir." Francesca had a greedy look on her face as she listened to James' plan. Then, she nodded and said, "We'll do it your way." I felt a chill run down my spine as I watched this unfold, and goosebumps appeared on my skin. I finally understood how that child came to be in my previous life.

"Miller, right?” one of the guys I recognised to be from my Art class asked as I was walking to the library to get some studying done for the upcoming finals. “The Artist?” “Um, yeah I’m Jake. How can I help you?” I was looking around, suddenly feeling anxious. What if Liam had sent him? Couldn’t he just leave me alone?

Dominique. I drummed my fingers against the flat tabletop of the conference table in front of me. It was round and crystal clear, so clear I could see the fingers of one of my business partners shaking just underneath them. Prospective business partner, rather. *Amateurs* The table felt cool under the tip of my fingertips and I didn't mind concentrating on the mundane and unimportant things for now, so long as either one of the people surrounding me would wow me in someway.