Compulsive Gambler Anime Novels & Stories

“I can still see how pissed you were when you found out he was at our house. You even insisted on coming with us. Who would’ve thought I’d end up catching that same guy in your bed?” He pauses, throwing me a quick glance. I roll my eyes. “Anyway,” he goes on, “there’s a gambling spot there. I gamble on anything, fights, cards, dice. Whatever is on the table.” “But why?” I ask. “Why do you even gamble? Are you in debt or something? You can tell —” “I know what you’re going to say,” he cuts in. “You’ll mention Mom and Dad. But they’re the main reason I even gamble. I’m tired of them being so damn controlling. I just want to be free. I want to make my own money and move out.”

It was a natural, easy connection that made her stomach churn with a jealousy so potent it tasted like poison on her tongue. Alli stayed at The Hollow long after closing, nursing a warm beer, refusing to let herself go home and sit in The silence in her head was a thick, su#ocating blanket. Alli scrubbed at the same spot on the bar, the cheap wood grain starting to blur under therelentless pressure. Her arm burned, muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn't stop. Couldn't let herself stop. She counted the money in the drawer, again and again, the bills snapping like tiny gunshots in the otherwise empty space. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the scene, a loop of Layla's hands po

Lady Overseer sneered and tossed the player to the floor. "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll just have to remove the restriction." She looked down at the players. "Care to gamble with me?" Gavin's face was drained of all color. He knew this boss's mechanic. The moment she asked, "Care to gamble with me?", every player present was already locked into the round. Win, and they would live. Lose, and they would die on the spot. So far, not a single person has ever walked out of her gambling game alive.