Crossword Clue Gamble Novels & Stories

"What's mine is yours. Take these—you can pawn them and start over. So you lost your job. You're a capable guy; you'll land on your feet." A greedy glint lit in his eyes as he snatched them. "You're right… you're right! With capital, I can turn this all around." I feigned sudden concern. "I've heard stories… they say one big win at a high-stakes table can set you up for life. But, Honey, promise me you won't gamble. We just don't have that kind of luck." The moment I said it, a dangerous hope ignited in his gaze. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled tissue. "Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?"

he asks, flashing his signature grin. One woman blushes. “Sin City, obviously.” He tips her a wink. “Right answer.” At the VIP booth, Nate waves DeMarco in. “The king has arrived!” DeMarco slides into the booth, suit and tie pristine. “Don’t let me interrupt. I see the whiskey flowing.” Steph, sunglasses indoors, smirks. “We were starting to take bets on how many numbers you’d collect tonight.” “That depends,” DeMarco says, scanning the club. “What’s the over-under?”

Unsure what to do, she turned back to the figure in red as he bellowed once more to the jostling crowd. “All you gamblers. The wagers start at ten guineas.” He paced the platform, holding a truncheon in his raised hand. “Sir Robert would never imagine what I’m going to do with this! Let’s see if one of our beautiful hellcats can take as much as some of the lusus naturae. Place your bets. Ten guineas? Twenty? Bring me the first challenger!”

"I haven't touched a single penny from that money, Mom, and since I have ten million now, I have a way of getting ten extra. That's going to be twenty million. So I can start whatever bullshit I pulled that, and at the same time I would have money to spend." She shook her head. "Please tell me you're not talking about gambling. I beg you in the name of the moon goddess, because there is no way in hell you can double that amount of money in a day." "Yes, Mom," I said in a bored tone. "I am going to gamble, and believe me, I am very good at it. I'm not going to lose a single amount. Everyone is going to be crying when I walk out of there twice as rich as I already am."

he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Georgina found herself entranced by the scene unfolding before her. It was her first encounter with the game of Poker, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the meticulous arrangement of the table. The dealer expertly positioned the cards, ensuring every detail was in place. A small sign caught her eye, bearing the words "Table minimum bet: five thousand euros." It was a stark reminder of the high stakes involved in this game.

Things had been going so well at the festival, but we were interrupted by Jared and Jason, who had other plans. Damien was pissed about it, of course. "I heard this is the best underground gambling den in the village. Prize pools up to three hundred million," Jared replied nonchalantly, his voice filled with excitement. "Ah, yes," I muttered, eyes scanning the chandelier overhead as if I could escape the situation by glaring at the opulent surroundings. "But we've never gambled in this high-profile of a setting. I don't understand why we aren't just pickpocketing."

Gu Yihai's face changed, alarmed. "What's wrong?" Qu Yan and others couldn't help but look at Gu Yihai. Only he knew gambling best among these people. Gu Yihai takes Gu Li's arm, "your friend's hand 10, J, Q, K, In Wigo's hands are three A's, Hearts 9, On the current card alone, Wigo's full house has won your friend. Now your friend will win only with Hearts A. But the casino is in Wigo's hands, and the last Hearts A must be in his hands. His card must be a bomb. You'll take your friend away. Uncle can't afford you... "

"That's another way of earning easy cha-ching's, right?" Even though she's not yet over the fact that her friend almost went total gangster on her, Nina can't help but stare at Judy with a funny look on her face. "Gamble? Like betting? Or playing cards at the casino? That kind of gamble?" She never thought that Judy would be this serious. "Gambling?" She repeated. "For what? What will we be gambling about?" And at last. Finally, she got Niña's attention. "About Lissa and Mr. Lee."

She bet that was his motto for life from what she had seen about him. She refrained from making the comparison out loud, however. She reached up and pulled the lever. The wheels began to spin, and she watched as two polar caps and a penguin came to a halt on her screen. Money lost. "Just keep playing. You win some and lose some. That's why they call it gambling." "Feels more like being robbed."

Everything glittering with dragon gold and vampire glamour. Dragons run The Inferno. They run most supernatural casinos. Patient, calculating, rigging every game just enough that house always wins. They've been perfecting probability manipulation for millennia. I'm here because I need distraction. The frame's planted, evidence is aging, but I can't spring it yet. Need another week minimum before it looks like I discovered the theft naturally. The waiting's killing me. So I gamble. I head to the roulette table. Ten other players, mix of supernatural. Two vampires, three werewolves, handful of fae. Everyone here has money to burn or debts to ignore.