A Gambling Man Novels & Stories

After that, the tattooed man placed his hand around Florence's waist and said, with a sinister smile, "Girl, come with me!" Florence was stunned. She never expected Adam's engagement gift to be borrowed. If she had known, she would not have gotten engaged to him. "Didn't your family make millions from being forced to relocate? Why do you need to borrow money for that?" Adam could not answer Florence's question. The tattooed man revealed the truth. "His family received a large sum of money, but this guy is a gambling addict. He went and lost everything. Did you think he was wealthy?!"

Mom hollered. "What did you do with the money, just return it!" I demanded since I didn't remember receiving money from them in school. "It's gone!" Das clamored. "Gone? I don't understand, were you robbed, what did you do with it?" I demanded and the unknown man laughed in his heavy Italian accent. "Drugs, drinks, gambling, every felonious game, you name it darling," he smirked while his eyes scintillated with diversion before taking another tow of his cigar.

"I forgot to tell you, that man is a famous gambling lord in the city and never misses." "Lord of gamblers?" An Taotao was stunned, and her eyes looked clear under the warm lights. "It seems that you wanted my father to lose from the beginning?" "If this is the case, will you plead?" Mr. King's thin lips light, eyes riveted on her. An Taotao lashes a quiver, what was he thinking?

He could only let out muffled sounds. After that, I knocked him out once again. At the same time, I heard many screams of agony. I just closed my eyes to tune them out. Those young and beautiful blind masseuses dreamed of making a ton of money when they boarded the cruise. But they would never be able to leave the cruise with the money. Finally, the sounds died down at night. I clutched the keycard that I had found in the gray-suited man's pocket as I opened a small gap in the door.

the girl asked. The woman leaned in, her breath fogging the surface of my prison. "Because he knows he’s still winning," she whispered. She tapped the glass. Behind her, the museum doors opened. A man in a three-piece suit walked in. He had silver eyes. He looked thirty. He looked forty. He looked like the future. He walked up to the glass. "Wake up, Dad," he said. "We have a new contract." He held up a gold coin. "And I’ve already paid your gambling debt." The glass began to crack. Who is the woman, and where is Caleb?

I looked around to see several tables with people already playing most of them are wearing suits and look about middle age and the few wome present were mostly dressed in fancy kind of cocktail outfits. I look around clueless not knowing what to do next , I have never been to this kind of place and don’t know how it works. “How may I help you?” Asked a big looking man wearing red suits ,tie and a staff I.D card on his chest. “Uhmm, I came to gamble and win money” I said looking at him , his eyes lightening up when I mentioned the word ‘money’. “You have come to the right place, if you get lucky you might even leave here a millionaire “ he said in a cheerful voice, he seems oddly happy and ex

“750,000 dollars, blind.” The next one to bet was an old man holding a bird cage with a pair of birds inside. Javier had seen this species of bird before. They cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, but he had forgotten their name, not that it mattered. What mattered was that this old man was about to place his bet. The old man glanced at Javier with a beam. “Young man, don’t play when you have a woman in your arms. Looks like you have no idea about the rules of the gambling table. I’m afraid you’ll suffer a great loss!”

He answered casually, "I don't need any chips. All I need is one move to win against you. If I win, that man will be mine. His gambling debt will be written off." Hearing his statements, the man across the table grimaced in obvious discontent. Just before he snapped, Caleb spoke again, calmly and deliberately, "If I lose, I'll triple the number of chips in front of you plus the gambling debt this man owes you." This was a risky trade. However, Bert was once again tempted. These chips in front of him were not in small quantities. Bert was a veteran of this casino. He frequently suppressed guests who came here to bet using some of his own means.

Those screens were monitoring the casino from all angles, filming all the activities that happened within the place. Asking the staff to freeze one of the screens, Kazuo pointed to a man in front of a gambling table. “That’s the man.” A man with a gaunt face and messy hair could be seen on the screen. Even at just a glance, one could tell that the gambler was not exactly a decent man. He seemed to be having bad luck tonight. Apparently, he had lost quite a bit of money, causing him to be somewhat irritable. He was constantly scratching at his messy hair.

They took turns gathering money from the center of the table. "He's not very good at this," Abiagan observed quietly. "No, he's not," Jamie agreed. He frowned. This wasn't what he expected. He thought he would find Mr. Harrison meeting with suspicious people or doing something obviously wrong. But gambling? That was disappointing, not dangerous. Suddenly, a man stumbled toward their table. He was older, maybe in his thirties. His face was red, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. He nearly fell but caught himself on their table.