Compulsive Gambler Anime Mga Nobela at Kwento

Under these circumstances, what was the use of being the God of Gambling’s top disciple? Aya’s exquisite face had lost all color. She was so sure that Harvey was using advanced techniques to cheat, but she couldn’t tell exactly what they were. She couldn’t even spot any of Harvey’s flaws. Slap! Sakura marched forward and angrily slapped Aya’s face. “You rotten filth!” Sakura screamed furiously. In her eyes right now, Aya was indeed filth. To think that even the God of Gambling’s top disciple couldn’t deal with a small fry! Aya was truly filth among filth.

It's just an angry thought arising in the back of her mind. You're not so different from your father. You bet big when you decided to cheat Reviello, and now you're going to lose everything. Are you sure you're not a gambling addict? You broke a clause in the contract, knowing that he could put a leash around your neck and drag you away like a fucking dog. You like the thrill. Furthermore, you like to challenge your odds, even when the stakes are high. The blood is strong, after all. — SHIT, STOP THINKING. STOP THINKING, STOP...

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.

Before I could refuse, she had already shoved the straw of one cup into my mouth. "Boss, tomorrow's our first tournament. Please go easy on the opponent, okay? I don't want everyone calling me the Little Demoness anymore." [Stop acting spoiled.] I pushed away the head she had rested on my knee. She blinked innocently and shamelessly pretended not to understand. "I can't understand sign language! Nope, not at all!" Then she happily leaned against me again without the slightest guilt. I sighed. Carla had been the first player to join my studio. I knew almost nothing about her background—only that she was obsessed with gaming.

“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

Ironically, the liquor that was supposed to fog his judgment was making him realize how he overplayed his card with her. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Pam asked carefully before she popped an olive in her mouth that came with her cocktail. Eli didn't take his eyes off the gaming area as he spoke. "You know what's the biggest problem of a gambler, Pam?" Pam didn't know where this conversation was heading, but since he was being so glum, the least she could do was humor him. "What?" she asked. "A gambler doesn't know when to quit. He's unstoppable when he's winning, of course. But when he starts losing, that's when a gambler becomes more consumed with the desire to win. Self-control's the firs

"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."