Trickster Spades Novels & Stories

My life is good and I’ll never change it for anything. I came to mystic academy a year before I met my now best friend Mia. I remember when we met, it’s still funny now that I think about it, I made a dare with one of my classmates to ask a girl out, she is a pixie. I asked her out and she politely turned me down, but that was not all the dare. I was told to become a jock to her if she turned me down, so of course I started annoying her for two days straight until she got feed up and cast a misdirection spell towards me.

Crystal: “It’s not me. I have five.” The was a moment of silence, and then Bush leaned back, took a drag off his fag, and slowly revealed the seven of Spades. Who is left? - Crystal wondered. She looked around the table. She had five. The older prostitute had the trump card. Layla had nine. Bush had the seven - That leaves only... Alex and Nathan! She couldn’t believe it! Alex smiled as he tossed the three Spades on the table, and everyone turned to Nathan. Nathan sighed as he casually revealed the two of Spades.

Too bad for her; I wouldn't let her go once I had her. We run an organization that specializes in black market jobs. If you want something done, you come to us and leave us a card with your number. For a Diamond, you need something stolen; heart, you need a spy or a honey pot to find out information we got you; Spade, you need someone taken out and disposed of; and Club, you need someone to be neutralized; your choice of the severity of beating. But, of course, it's more complicated than that. My siblings are all training to take over the business from our cunt of a mother. Four of us are technically five, but Joker felt more like a friend than a brother. I am the firstborn, followed by King

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.