A Gambling Man Novels & Stories

Gregory's gambling habits worsened. He met a leader of a syndicate who agreed to lend him money without any collateral. He didn't even think of what could happen if he couldn't pay him back. All he cared about was that he could gamble. He felt that after so many losses, he would finally win to regain the vast amount of money he lost. But luck won't side with Gregory no matter how much he asked for it. And Gregory's time to pay has come. But he couldn't come up with the money he owed.

There was something puzzling in that man's gait, enought to send my gaze to Joshua's back just in case. I didn't know what their exact conversation is, except the 'Unlimited' part. People here gambles but this place looks illegal. Never been in Casino of course, yet the ambience is far from my imagination. "Sente-se," man brought us to a table with three other guys occupying the other space. One is an American looking guy; white skin, pointed bridge nose, freckles on his cheeks and big stature. The second guy has mustache; he's wearing flower patterned polo. And the third one is a man with thin face. His bone structure was symmetrical, cheek bones high and prominent. His nose was all African

I screamed, struggling with the bouncer. The man came over, placing his finger on my lips. "Wait and see. Until then, be quiet." I swallowed hard as nausea engulfed me. IN THE CLUB... Hours passed, and the tattoo guy still hasn't killed us, which is surprising since I didn't have all his money. How is it? I just finished school, turned eighteen, and had a bright future. Now it's all over because of a gambling problem that's not even mine. I'm brought out of my thoughts to my phone buzzing violently in my pocket. I sighed, then glanced at my father.

All in all, the gamble earned him over a hundred of them, and Gerald was sure that that amount would be able to sustain him for quite a while… “Alright, let’s go! I’ve won enough!” said Gerald, content with all the holy stones he had just earned. He, for one, knew that it was always best to stop gambling once fortune was earned… Whatever the case was, he then grabbed Yale’s arm and began heading toward the casino’s exit. However, leaving a casino was never easy if one had just won money. This proved to be true when a few tough-looking men stopped them from leaving. Following that, a man—with a scar on his face—walked up to Gerald and Yale before saying in a sinister tone, “Gentlemen! You can

The man swallowed nervously. "I've already won three rounds. Can I go now?" Remiel replied regretfully, "If you win, I have to leave. What happens to my dignity then?" The man was on the verge of tears. "How much longer do we have to keep gambling?" Remiel said calmly, "We'll keep gambling until I win." The man's face turned pale in an instant. Losing meant death unless he could keep winning indefinitely. However, that was impossible.

"Mr. Turner, we've checked. He hasn't done anything. He's accompanied by a woman—a gambling novice. She lost 20 thousand dollars in just half an hour and is currently engaged in a five-million-dollar gamble downstairs." Noah held a cigar between his fingers and smirked. "He brought a woman to my establishment to lose money? Who is this woman?" Narrowing his eyes, Noah realized that the only woman known to be with Jonathan was someone with the last name Bardot. "I'll go investigate," his subordinate offered. Noah raised his hand and walked over to the railing to look down below. He quickly spotted a crowd forming. A silver-haired man stood coolly by the gambling table, smoking a cigarette whi

A gambler would hold onto the hope of winning it back even if the interest was through the roof. Wilbur was the only real gambler there. His fate was sealed when he entered the basement. The gambling continued. Kenji and the three gamblers started to make high-stakes bets, continuously raising the stakes. Wilbur was driven by his eagerness to win money. His gambling spirit was ignited as he aimed for a big comeback. However, after a little over an hour, he once again lost two million dollars.

He tried to intervene, but it felt pointless. “I’m not handing over the woman I already bought,” the man panted. He wiped the blood from his nose and mouth. With a grin, he said, “I’ll give her back… if you beat me at the gambling table first.” “Bastard!” “If you don’t want to, fine.” The man, whose name Zayne still didn’t know, pointed toward Elmy, who was being dragged by two of his men. “I—” “Fine.” Zayne panted. He had never gambled before. Not even once. Despite his fear, he accepted the challenge. “If I win, you never show your face in front of me again.”

Jayden's fingers trembled against the floor. “People gamble,” the voice continued. “Make bets. Collect owed debts. And move pieces.” The boot pressed harder, making Jayden tremble heavily under it. “And you?” The man paused, the silence too cruel. “What do you think you represent before those kinds of people?” he added. Jayden's voice failed him as he stared into the crashing waves. “I will answer that,” the man said, his lips an inch away from Jayden's ear. “You're just something convenient to place on the board.”

“On my turf, you kick my people. How do you plan to make amends, Miss?” The crowd parted instinctively. A young man in a black shirt, three buttons undone at the chest, one hand shoved in his pocket, a half-smoked cigar dangling from his lips, strutted forward. Every step radiated dominance. I arched an eyebrow. “You… run this casino?” He smirked, dangerous and charming. “Genuine article.” “You sure?” “Then… who do you think I am?” I blinked. “I thinks you’re just the male model from the nightclub next door.”