A Gambling Man Novels & Stories

"That's exactly what I said." "Great minds." "Great bodies too," He looked me up and down. This guy just heard me say I was engaged and was still hitting on me? I like it. Reno's POV "Anyways," Nelson started. "Reno, why do you think you gamble?" "It's dangerous and thrilling. I had a lot of money that I didn't know what to do with...now I don't have any" "Was it worth it?" "It must be since I still want to gamble. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. When things get to be too much, it brings me comfort."

A middle-aged man in the crowd said impatiently, "don't talk nonsense. Give me the money quickly. I have something to do later." Ava Smith looked at the talking man and smiled. This man is called Smith Ning. Among these people, he is the least accomplished person. He gets paid a dividend of $5 million a year, but now he has achieved nothing. Except gambling every day, he would have died of hunger if Smith hadn't paid him a dividend. "Cousin, I'll go to the casino later! Do you want to make me one?" Smith Ning's eyes flashed a look of impatience: " Give me the money quickly and don't talk to me here."

I guess the devil knows how to put on a disguise, huh? A man with blue eyes and super fair skin approaches me. "Hello there, Mrs. Bianchi," his voice has a unique accent. "Hi," I say. "Mr. Bianchi is one lucky man, huh?" He asks. Damn right he is, but I have to be the “ideal” wife so, I say, "Oh, no I think that I am the lucky one."

Adolphus asked, his brows arched in confusion. “Yes.” The old man maintained. “You promised some more money if I told you about her.” Her? Kiara was who he was referring to. He sounded so unfamiliar. So distant. “What are you talking about? We paid off all your stupid gambling debts, you stupid man.” “Yes but I still don't have any money left.” The old man's voice was emboldened now. Entitled. It wasn't something that was foreign to the old man. “You greedy old man!” Adolphus barked as he pushed him down to the ground with one huge kick of his boots.

“Double? You couldn’t pay the first dime, and now you’re spouting fairy tales about double?” The one with the cigarette snorted, smoke curling around his face. “Word’s gotten around, Carter,” the gun guy chimed in, a cruel grin splitting his face. “You’ve been gambling like you’ve got gold stashed somewhere. Lost every penny, didn’t you? That’s the ‘other stuff’ you’re talking about?” “No, no! That’s not true!” Carter cried, shaking his head frantically. “I wasn’t gambling! I... I was just trying to double my money so I could pay you back all at once! I thought—”

The truth had actually been hidden for so many years. "You are their daughter?" The man was frightened, and his face turned pale. He wanted to leave. He just came here to light incense secretly. Because he had bad luck recently. He was addicted to gambling and lost all his money. He went to a fortune teller and was told that he owed someone. That was why he came here to pay his respects.

one of the lackeys greeted him, stepping back with a bow. Sylvester's eyes scanned the room with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Who's betting with me tonight?" he asked, already settling into his seat, ever the confident gambler. A murmur went through the crowd as an elderly man was pointed out. He was an aged man who must have spent his entire life gambling, a notorious gambler by the looks. "I go by the name Casio, the unbeatable poker face." The man said with a wicked grin. Sylvester led out a loud chuckle, underrating the old man already.

ONE WEEK EARLIER “Do you know how many hours an average gambler spends on the casino floor or placing bets online in a year, Mr Smith?” Alexander kept his gaze on the already glinting blade in his hand as he polished it, not at all bothered by the chubby man sweating bullets onto the ceramic tiles. “N- No.” The man responded breathlessly, he sounded a lot like he’d run a marathon before he got here, but that was hardly true. The wild beating of his heart was a result of the adrenalin chasing down the fear in his veins.

The lean man's spine stiffened, defiance flickering across his face, but in the end, he surrendered and reluctantly forked over the cash he'd swindled from the elderly man. Once the money landed in her hands, Amelia passed it straight to the old man. "Go ahead. Count it yourself and make sure it's all there. I got your money back for you, but I've got one rule, no more gambling. Nearly everyone who plays ends up with nothing. It's not a path to wealth. It's a shortcut to ruin." “Absolutely. You have my word!" the elderly man nodded. Now that he'd found such an amusing firecracker, he had no reason to keep wasting money for fun.

"She is very manipulative. I am not sure if I could still live even if you guys let me go. She seems to know so much about me. Now that I have come to think of it, I feel like I have been foolishly walking blindly into her trap. She threatened me about my family, but I never told her anything about me. Didn't it mean she had her eyes on me for a while to make me do her dirty works? I think she is a psychotic person. I am sorry to the girl she is after. She might send someone else if she finds out I failed." The guy spoke without inhibition as he had his eyes closed and his head bowed down. It made him realize so many things, and he is self-reproaching. He was not into gambling for more than