Crossword Clue Gamble Novels & Stories

Betting was a kind of gamble or game where players side each of the two choices and whoever wins will receive a reward that has been given by the opponent. Mezakiel only scratched his head. "Where, what?" Eh? I faked a smile on him. He's not playing a joke, wasn't he? "What do you mean, 'where what'? This is a bet so we're going to play it somewhere. We'll win the money!" I explained to him but Mezakiel just crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "That's right. That's how we'll play it but you won't just win the reward today or tomorrow!"

The croupier trembled slightly and glared at Chu Xun before he left. Only then did Manager Lei look at Chu Xun and said with a smile, "Gentleman, you're really lucky today and won all-around success. Congratulations." Chu Xun nodded slightly as a response. "Gentleman, it's a waste of your great luck to gamble here. The games here are just small games, and the real gamble is inside there. Do you dare go inside and have a try?" said Manager Lei. The gamblers around were a little angry. They could win some money only when following Chu Xun to bet. If Chu Xun went inside to gamble, they could not win money any more for they could not enter that place with the money they had.

She had assumed he was just being his usual cold self, but maybe he could only be that calm because he knew there was no chance of Elena dying. It also wouldn't be the first time Massimo rigged a game of chance for Elena. "Gambling isn't about playing fair—it's about winning and losing. Those who don't have the guts or skills to win deserve to lose." Massimo had said those very words to her after her first game of poker. And Russian Roulette, despite its more deadly stakes, was still a game of chance. It was still a form of gambling, wasn't it? There was only one way to be sure. Elena looked over at Massimo. She waited for him to meet her gaze.

I said. Owen was at a loss for words. When he didn't respond, Kylie shoved him, urging, "Do something! There's already 500 thousand dollars and a BMW on the table!" "Stop telling him to figure something out," Zoe cut in, her voice icy. "If you don't leave those things behind today, you're not walking out that door." Anyone with gambling experience knew that gambling debts were different. There was no way to collect them. Only what was actually placed on the table counted as the stake. Once lost, it couldn't be taken back.

They deliberately avoided me and pulled Cassian into the stairwell. Sabine, however, sent me a livestream video directly. "Cassian, why not hold off on the abortion for now? Aren’t you curious whose child Kaelith is actually carrying?" "Yeah. Since she’s already pregnant, let’s make another bet—this time for $100 million. Five men, three babies." "That guarantees three winners and two losers. Just thinking about it is thrilling. It’s only a few extra days for another test. What’s the rush?" "Who knows? Maybe all three damn kids are mine, hahaha!"

The room erupted in laughter, and countless pairs of eyes turned to me, waiting for a show. One classmate I knew somewhat well leaned in and whispered, "Lucas, don't be rash. Shane learned his dice skills from Hillary herself, and she's placed in international competitions. Playing against him is basically suicide." Naturally, I hadn't forgotten that fact. My wife, Hillary Sheffer, could make dice dance like magic in her hands. So, the several million dollars she'd just lost to Shane had to have been somewhat deliberate. Frowning, Hillary walked over and reached for my arm. "Why are you even gambling? You don't know anything about this. Get up. We're going home."

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.

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.

I repeated, the question echoing in the quiet night. He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “Someone who fancies himself a knight in not-so-shining armor.” “A knight?” I scoffed, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “More like a gambler with a lucky charm.” “Perhaps,” he conceded, a glint in his eyes that made my stomach do a nervous flip. “But a gambler who won you a fair shake, wouldn’t you say?”

Maisie walked forward and said indifferently, "Weren't we supposed to gamble just now? Come on!" Noah tugged his lips and chuckled. He spoke slowly, "You are quite brave, aren't you?" Miley couldn't help but speak up, "Miss, do you want to be my maid so badly? Let me remind you that Mr. Turner is well-known for his gambling skills. Gambling with him is simply futile." The game with Alfred was nothing more than a minor dispute in Noah's eyes. Noah was the boss of the casino. He was highly likely well-versed in all the tricks and methods within.