Aries Lucky Days To Gamble Novels & Stories

Make big bucks? Lester knew what she was talking about and smiled indifferently. He smacked Gigi’s round bottom and teased, “Make big bucks? How big? Bigger than you, Gigi?” “Ah! You’re so naughty!” Gigi swatted away Lester’s hand and said, “I’m serious, Lesty! “There’s a new gambling den downstairs. It’s a simple game of Grand Hazard. There are no tricks and no fancy stuff. It’s just a 50-50 chance, and the odds are one-to-one. If you win, you get double the amount you bet.

In my past life, my memory had worsened after I'd lent Whitney my luck, and misfortune had followed me everywhere. Even though I still had some of my luck, half had gone to Whitney. That left me with only half. Indeed, my luck wasn't unlimited. Once it was gone, it was over. That was what the fortune-teller had told me, looking deadly serious. So I could only rely on hard work. It didn't bother me because I didn't regret lending my luck to Whitney before. She'd deserved it because she'd given me the warmth I desperately needed at that time. From that moment on, though, we would walk our separate paths.

She said. “YES!!!!” Helga pumped her fist in pure excitement. “This is our chance to be rich!!!!” She told Patrice. *Wealth? Here I come!!!!* Patrice thought as she looked at the raffle ticket in her hands.

Now as she and Eli entered the lift, Brigail reminded herself to do the trick her father taught her to conjure up some good luck. Corbett, like most gamblers, was a very crafty man when it came to charms and rituals. Every weekend when Brigail and Jerry were still children, their father would round them up on the porch with a pitcher of cold, sweet tea and biscuits, and teach them a few lucky tricks as well as card games. Brigail knew how to play Gin Rummy, Blackjack, Baccarat, and of course, all kinds of Poker. Be it Five-Card Draw, Omaha, Texas, or Stud. Name it and Brigail would have you floored within minutes with her natural talent.

“I'll give you a hundred million.” James opens his trembling mouth, but Giovanni's hand and voice interrupt him, “I know, it's not enough… But this is your chance, James. Aren't you feeling lucky? You can double, triple it… No, my casino is the best in all Colorado. You can get ten, twenty times the amount you bet. And I've heard… that today is particularly a lucky day.” James is put at ease as he thinks about how much he could win if he bet the hundred million… he could certainly turn the whole situation around, right? He could even rub it in Blake's face that he's capable of saving them too.

One of the teachers leaned in close and whispered, “Are you okay?” She smiled too widely, brushing it off. “Of course. Never better.” But inside, she was unraveling. Tshepo’s Gamble with Fate Tshepo had promised Abby he’d stay away from the casino. For weeks, he managed. But temptation is patient. One evening, walking home after a frustrating day of job hunting, he saw a flyer blowing in the wind: “Lucky Night! Double your money! Grand jackpot tonight!” His heart raced. He had just enough in his wallet to make a bet. Just enough to feel alive again.

Although he doesn't look like it since he appears to be the goody-two-shoes type because of his often carefree expression and attitude, his specialty is gambling. Yuan chuckled, "I'm just lucky." Lucky your ass! Just who in the world can actually win a bet on when and where lightning will strike first??? Or which car will suddenly die in the middle of the freaking road?? Yes, him!

Juan Pedro asked his father. "2-8-8, son. What bad luck! That was my number the other week!" Fernando cursed the gods of gambling. He was betting on the Suertres Lotto but had only won once. That was a winning price of 5,000 pesos. It was the happiest day of his life. It had been three years since that fateful day. After that, Lady Luck had never shown in front of him again. This was giving him a bad mood lately. "Don't worry about it too much, father. I'm sure our luck will turn around soon enough." Juan Pedro said meaningfully while he changed out of his school uniform.

Nancy knew that my previous life was arbitrage, betting hundreds of millions of dollars on each market move. But I never bet on pure chance like the lottery (which is designed so you lose) or on the collective efforts of folks who went to college on athletic scholarships. If she had asked me I would have told her that "genius" gamblers like Getty always double down trying to recoup their losses. If they win they let it ride, so they never get even, eventually bad things become worse.

Because that’s the tradition, that’s the law. I remember once, when I was little, my paternal grandfather pulled me aside and told me: “Remember, Brianna. A lucky Lester is actually unlucky; an unlucky Lester is actually lucky.” Then he told me the story of his Uncle Roger, who was usually a very lucky person, but despite that, he died young, at the age of thirty, because he was driving behind a truck carrying logs, and one of them fell, impaling him. Now, when he told me, he was drunk and two days earlier we had watched Final Destination, so I don’t know how true the story is... But he seemed so convinced that I started to believe it too, about being lucky in misfortune.