Compulsive Gambler Anime Novels & Stories

"Sure, you've given me some. But baby, what good is that tiny bit of cash in a city like this? I lost it all ages ago..." I could literally hear her hypocritical heartbeat accelerating as she lied to my face. "When exactly are you planning to stop gambling?!" I glared at her, my body trembling slightly from a toxic mix of sheer fury and extreme physical weakness. My wolf whimpered in pure despair, while my heart felt nothing but a numb, bottomless well of disgust. "Just until I make a comeback! The second I draw a good hand and win back everything I've lost, I swear to the Moon Goddess, I'll quit for good!" The distinct, crazed greed of a degenerate gambler flashed wildly in her eyes.

POV David Power makes me strong, but it doesn't make me happy. I found Misa again, but she couldn't remember who I was. The doctor diagnosed a compulsive disorder caused by the effects of a mental shock that made her not want to recall the past. It makes my heart afraid of suffering. She said she wasn't Misa; her name was Brucer. I was willing to indulge her with anything, but the increasing dependence on Mark awakened the desire for possession of me.

I turned my eyes into slits to him. "Y-You know! It's not bad that you'll do the part of ending up with Aspen instead of me," I said with a fake smile, avoiding his eyes. I sounded so weird but I don't want to meddle up with Aspen anymore. Mezakiel stirred his juice drink. "If you'll listen to yourself clearly, I'm certain that you'll even shut your mouth for days." I widened my eyes on him but he still leaned his head on his hand. "Miss Karin Ruiz, there are no rules in the gambling that the main player shall do all the process to win. May I let you know the real concept of this gamble?"

"Hikari, Neu and Nimura. I bet that three of you were wondering why did Hitaku was created for. But don't you guys think that you're not good enough. Plus, all of the things that you guys did. Don't you think that it was all has been planned? None of this will happen if no one planned for it. So what do you guys feel when doing all of this quest? Especially for your beginning quest. I bet that it was an easy way for you to get to know about Hikari." Neu and Nimura can't just stay silent because they know that Sabu-sama was waiting for the words from them. So they say to Sabu-sama "You shouldn't just play with our feelings like this you know. We have struggled all this time just to let you se

“And you can jump the railing to get into the pitch.” I nod in understanding and throw my best smile in what I hope is the direction of the Gamma. Judging by the deep chuckle, I am facing the wrong direction, but I push that embarrassing note aside and throw my leg over the barrier, wobbling to the side and toppling down, face first into the dust. A roar rips through the crowd behind me, and a menacing growl shuts a few up. “Be a dick about her mistakes, and I will rearrange your genitals. Understood?” Anna hisses.

“The game has already started.” Fugishigoro’s fingers dug into her soft flesh. His control was fraying thread by thread. The yandere inside howled with triumph, already planning how he would make this game permanent. How he would make her permanent. He looked into her eyes, his voice finally dropping its icy mask, revealing the dark hunger beneath: “Then prepare yourself, little kitsune… because once I start playing, I will never let you go.” Kyomi shivered with delight at his sudden intensity, completely unaware of just how deadly serious those words truly were

"What is wrong with you? No guilt? No remorse? No tears?" "Crying won't make me any more sorry." I shrugged. "Plus the whole crying thing isn't for me. I don't like eye leakage." The guy laughed. "Maybe she should be the leader of this group." "Alright, wise guy, you go next." Nelson stated "Name." "Reno. I'm a gambling addict." I laughed. "Your parents named you Reno and expected you not to gamble?" He laughed with me and ran his fingers through his charcoal colored hair. "That's exactly what I said."

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

Seeing Samuel shaking his head, Fu Mei immediately clenched her teeth and became furious. Samuel's refusal was equal to suppressing her inner desire to gamble. In her eyes, it could even rise to the point of cutting off her money road with purple gold. In the fanatical gambler's heart, you often just persuaded him but he would think he had lost millions of dollars today. It was precisely because of the crazy obsession with winning that most gamblers were crazy about gambling. It was the same with Fu Mei. "Since everyone wants to take treasures, why don't we go there together? We can take care of each other on the way." At this time, someone in the crowd suggested.

Through owning people so completely they can't resist. The desperate human returns. Needing more money. Gambling addiction unsatisfied by five thousand pounds. "I need more. Please. I'm still in debt." "Then earn more. Mordaunt has another job. Requires discretion. Pays well." I give him instructions. "Follow precisely. Succeed. Prove trustworthy. More money comes." He follows. Succeeds. Returns. Needs more. Always needs more. Forever trapped in cycle. The young vampire returns. Grateful. Reformed. Ethical.