A Gambling Man Novels & Stories

Then he saw nothing but some powder inside. The man didn't hear anything. He sat on the ground, paralyzed, and his eyes were empty, as if his body had been hollowed out in an instant. "Christiano, what's wrong with that man?" "He must have lost the bet on stones and lost all his fortune!" For people like them who were addicted to gambling on stones, as long as they had money, they would take it here to buy these stones. They dreamed of removing something from it and wanted to make a fortune overnight!

"I asked how you accrued those debts." A flush appeared on the man's face, and he began stammering. "I was...young and stupid... It was a mistake." He scratched his scraggly beard and faked a sad expression. "I got tangled up in the wrong crowd and made some gambles I thought would yield me something." Right. As he kept floundering for excuses, tears began falling from his eyes. Zane watched him with growing irritation and disinterest. It was clear the man was a shitty, greedy scum who sold his newborn baby to settle his gambling debts.

Everything turns silent inside me. “Yo, I’m on a roll,” a man shouts excitedly, as he reaches forward to scoop up his winnings. The croupier stands by impassively. There are two more men and a woman sitting at the same table. My eyes gaze at the man in shock. I have never seen him like this. He is at once foreign, magnificent, and frightening. Granddad once said all gamblers are magnificent when they are winning. Oh, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel. I never knew you. Never.

Smiling like a madman. "I didn't mean any harm." "No harm?" I echo. "You put your filthy hands on three of my employees. You walked out of my casino after racking up one hundred and twenty-three thousand dollars in one night . And you thought I wouldn't find you." "No—please, I'll—" "You'll what?" I mock, tilting my head to get a better look at the man cowering in front of me. "From where I'm standing, you're broke. You're going to be desperate no doubt,"

They look all the same: wealthy and old. I smiled as soon as my eyes met a man wearing a designer, black tux. He was playing at a table and busy conversing with a couple gamblers. A laugh echoed from him and he grabbed a glass of bourbon on his left. “Target spotted.” I mumbled to myself. Gaspar laughed again for the second time now.

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.