Yes Or No Card Game Novels & Stories

The boys grinned. "What is that?" they asked. Yuan and Joshua, as well as brother Luis, were just making excuses. Tact is like divination in my mind. "The mechanics of the game have cards. There are ten pieces. More can be placed at the end where the Glass aquarium is. And not with hands. Neither will feet be used.

“And that’s different how?” I smirked, leaning forward slightly. “Simple. Whenever you ask for a card, you must ask a personal or fun question. If I have the card, I answer. If I don’t, you ‘Go Fish,’ and answer your question instead.” She tilted her head, considering. “So, it’s like truth or dare, but just truth and fishing?” “Pretty much.” I grinned. “Oh, and if you get a full set of four cards, you can ask a wild card question. Anything you want.”

Darren protested, "No, why are you all fighting after me? Don't play like that." "Thirty thousand dollars, anyone else?" "Take one." Daron took the twelve thousand from Renea's hand. "That's a license to eat cards." Renea nodded in understanding. "When you eat a card, you can't take another card, just play one out." Before Daron finished speaking, Renea directly hit the only remaining single eight in her hand. Daron didn't even have time to stop, his heart tightening. Darren revealed a bad smile and said, "Renea, it's already like this and you still dare to play eight out?"

"Hey, if you don’t want to know about your brother, don’t ask." "Now why would I want to be in this game if I can’t ask the fun questions?" She finished shuffling and dealt the cards, and once more he caught the smirk. She had a point. This game could take any direction, which is what made it fun. "Game is 5 card stud, one-eyed Jacks wild." He couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course, she would pick the hardest game with the less freakin’ wilds. He pulled his cards up and looked them over, rather surprised to see them. A three-of-a-kind wasn’t bad when one was playing stud. He placed his bet and grinned to himself as she debated her own before taking up his bet.

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

My mind instantly drifted somewhere inappropriate. Let's see who can last the longest without craving the other's touch. I thought. Adam winked as if reading my thought. Challenge accepted. "Let's play Bullshit. Also known as Cheat." Roy suggested then started to explain. "Each player gets a stack of cards, and a single card is placed in the middle. You can put down the same card, one above, or one below. The cards in the middle are face down so no other players can see them. Which means you can put down a five and claim it's an eight. If someone thinks you're lying, they call Bullshit, and the loser takes all the cards in the middle. First one to finish all their cards wins."

“You don’t have to say yes right now. Just think about it.” Zaire was quiet for a long moment. I could practically see the war happening in his head. “…Saturday?” he asked finally. “Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “Aight. I’ll… think about it.” Not a yes. But definitely not a no. I’ll take it. A small smile tugged at my lips, relief washing over me.“That’s all I’m asking.” Zaire rolled his eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. “Don’t get excited,” he muttered. “I didn’t agree.”

I sat down on the rusted metal chair. The dealer, a man with a jagged scar running through his eyebrow, slammed a fresh deck of cards onto the wooden spool. He looked at me, then at Brick, and spat on the ground before explaining the rules. "One card each." He grunted. "High card wins the hand. Winner picks the penalty for the loser. First to win three hands takes the pot. And the pot... is the girl or the warehouse." Brick leered at me from across the spool. "Ready to strip, sweetheart?"

“Do you take Andrea as your lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health?” Tobi looked into my eyes. “I do.” “Do you take Tobi as your lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health?” I gulped. Tobi stared at me, waiting for my response. I closed my eyes for a brief moment before actually saying the word. “I- I do.” He smiled at me then listened to what the priest said. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Zack sees that Maria wasn’t making a move so he comes down from his car and goes to her window, he knocks and gives a sign for her to wind down. Maria studies Zack for a moment, he doesn’t look harmful. Maybe he was just one of those looking for help or some fan turned stalker. She wind down her window. “Hi, I’m Zack” Zack introduces himself extending his hand for a handshake but Maria ignores it “What do you want?” She asks “Your help” Zack withdraws hands. ‘I knew it’ Maria murmurs under her breathe, she picks a wad of cash from her dashboard and flings it at Zack. Zack is caught unaware so he doesn’t catch the money, instead he watches it as it scattered on the floor.