A Gambling Man の小説・ストーリー

What now? As I drew closer an old man was arguing with some other gamblers. "What's the commotion here" I asked trying to sort it out. "This maniac strolled up, demanding his money back despite clearly losing the bet," one of them explained amidst a chorus of uproar from the others. "Is this true??" I said bringing out my gun and pointing it directly at the back of the bastard's head as he threw his hand up the air in defeat. "What's your name?" I asked as he slowly turned to face me and recognized him instantly he's Willow's father I dropped the gun slowly as the frightened man was about to go down his knees but I stopped him.

Justin replied in a gentle tone, "Grandaunt Mildred, I've learned my lesson. I won't gamble anymore. It's just that during this period, I lost my job and broke up with my girlfriend. Feeling down, some friends took me to gamble. Before I knew it, I'd lost so much." Mildred sighed. Gambling was the kind of thing where, once you step into the casino, they have all sorts of ways to entice you into gambling more. "You really can't gamble anymore," Mildred emphasized. Justin nodded obediently. "I understand, Grandaunt Mildred. You can rest assured; I won't gamble again." Mildred nodded in return. Justin looked at his fingers and added, "But does this incident just end here, Grandaunt Mildred? My

Gemma whispered as she traced his facial features softly with her hand. She saw stubble on his face. She made a mental note to herself that she would help him shave later. MEANWHILE, IN A GAMBLING DEN. “Mr. Throne you are here again.” A huge man said, clearly not pleased about his presence. “Just this once, I swear I would win this time” Mr. Throne begged, slurring his words. “The boss wants to speak with you.” The man said as he pulled the staggering man roughly to an elevator.

she smirks and walks away with her little minion like she just successfully broke a happy marriage. I cover my hand over my mouth laughing, is that piece of information supposed to make me heart broken? "You have to be careful with who you talk to" Nathan's voice startles me. "Stay with me and I would show you who you shouldn't talk to" He picks up a champagne glass. "Your family is quite... Different" I remark and he laughs. "I know, they're all leeches" he takes a sip of his drink. "That woman on red right there" he gestures at the woman with his eyes "-is a no go for you okay?"

He caught up to me and asked, "Can I still visit Yvette in the future?" "I've said it before. If Yvette is willing to see you, I won't stand in her way." He nodded, murmuring, "That's good… That's good…" Then he walked away, dazed and lost in thought. I silently observed his figure as he walked away. Then I turned and walked firmly in the opposite direction. About a year later, I heard news of Harold and Susan through a friend. They had gotten married. But Harold was no longer the man he used to be. His assets were gone, and he was buried in debt.

"Play a few more rounds with me?" The man shook his head resignedly and leaned closer to the manager. "I know you won't let me just take this money. How about I leave it here, and you let me take someone with me?" "Who?" The man pointed to the badly beaten figure in the corner. "I want to take him." "Fine. He's off the hook this time." The manager waved, and his men immediately dispersed. The suited man helped the battered gambler out of the den. The latter was so swollen and bruised he could barely open his eyes.

the man in the black shirt grinned, revealing nicotine-stained, yellow teeth. Janus read the words on the paper and his chest suddenly felt tight. "This... How can it be so much?" Janus muttered, troubled. "What did she do with this much money?" "Oh, you'd never believe that an old woman is addicted to playing with young men and gambling. A few wins made her lose herself, and for two weeks she didn't even move from the same chair at our club," said the man in the blue shirt. "But, I have to admit, even though she's old, she has great stamina and is still quite toned."

Altair went somewhere where there were a lot of people gathering to see something. The sun had started to greet the morning a middle-aged man sitting with people who were doing street gambling surrounded by people who were watching their games. "Guess what," said the man who looked like a gambling owner. "This time if you win I will definitely double your bet," he said again while biting a toothpick. The man in front of him looked like a fairly rich person then he took out some gold coins in his pocket placing the coins on top of the card he chose nervously.

the man said and then returned his attention back to the television screen. Belinda followed his gaze and felt her face almost freeze up. Adrea Galanis was on TV. She was talking excitedly about the win she’d had that night and there was a big smile on her face and her eyes were bright with joy and something else. ‘Maybe the high of gambling,’ Belinda thought with a tinge of distaste. “She is as good as the last time I played her,” the old man on the bed said and Belinda’s head turned so that she was looking at him.