Crossword Clue Gamble Novels & Stories

“Double? You couldn’t pay the first dime, and now you’re spouting fairy tales about double?” The one with the cigarette snorted, smoke curling around his face. “Word’s gotten around, Carter,” the gun guy chimed in, a cruel grin splitting his face. “You’ve been gambling like you’ve got gold stashed somewhere. Lost every penny, didn’t you? That’s the ‘other stuff’ you’re talking about?” “No, no! That’s not true!” Carter cried, shaking his head frantically. “I wasn’t gambling! I... I was just trying to double my money so I could pay you back all at once! I thought—”

I whisper. “Just listen to yourself! He’s a bloody liar. I don’t believe he’s going to change for one instant. You dig him out of this hole and he’ll find himself back in another as soon as he can. Someone who started gambling recently doesn’t lose this kind of big money. He’s obviously been gambling for God knows how long!” By now Rosa has become so agitated the table next to us can barely keep their focus on their food.

Leon tried to explain it as briefly as he could. "Is… isn't this gambling?" the color drained from Janice's face. She did not know that this was. She was not sure if it was a legitimate career and thought Leon got involved in something against the law. "Leon, gambling's dangerous! Please listen to me; you should never ever try something like this again!"

The waiter smiled and said, "I didn't mean that, Mr. Anderson. It's because I have not seen you for days. So, what do you have in mind to play today?" Everyone knew that Todd was an Anderson. Even if he was not the head of the family, his pocket was still full of cash. No one with a pocket full of cash would be spared in a place like a casino. "If you want to gamble, go big. That's the most exciting part!" said Todd.

“Pfft. I’ll just say you were kidnapped by fun.” They burst into laughter as the doors swung open. The bass thumped, lights danced, and for a brief moment, Aveline forgot every rule attached to her new name. The lounge wasn’t just a place for dancing. A crowd gathered around a low-lit table where a bartender in suspenders dealt cards like a magician. Aveline leaned over Tilly’s shoulder, curious. “What’s this?” Tilly grinned. “Oh, this? They call it Queen’s Gambit. part chess, part cards, all chaos. You play a move, you drink. Lose a round, you drink twice. Win three times, and you get the Queen’s Crown. free cocktails for the night.”

Bruno brought out a stick of cigarette, which he lit immediately, handing it over to Corbin who took it from him, placing it between his lips "Who's your best card player here?" "uhh, you wanna gamble?" Bruno asked, chuckling "Grassfinch, that is his name, always in a black mask, I have wanted both of you to play together, but you haven't been coming for a while, and Grass Finch is not here yet, he would soon be here. I am sure of that." Bruno started, excitedly. "Grassfinch, he his a crazy gambler, they call him the king of gambling in this Casino...He his a weird guy...."

Arya shrugged coolly as if she wouldn't be hurt if she lost the gamble at the end of the day. Anyway, I'm confident I won't lose in the end. Isn't it taking middle-ranked rogues? Easy-peasy! An idea suddenly flashed in my mind, and my eyes lit up with joy. I grabbed Arya's hand eagerly. "Well, how can I gamble in secrecy?" I inquired seriously. Gambling during this time is a free way to make money. I didn't have my own money, but if I could gamble an amount of money today, I could use it to earn more money without breaking a sweat.

And, just as he wasn’t ready to part with the rings, she wasn’t ready to lose hope. “Do you know what the difference is between being a gambler and an entrepreneur?” His voice was lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from him, and he released her, reaching for the pizza again. “Success. If you succeed at something crazy, everyone is all, wow, I could have done that. But whilst you are trying, everyone says, it is a foolish gamble. I am gambling at the moment, but if I am right...” “I hope you are right,” she told him. “I really do.”

Electa challenged trying hard not to slap him silly. “It’s called ‘speculating’.” “Is it now? Are you for real?” she asked in a frustrated tone and covered her face. “Yes,” he had the nerve to reply. “That’s just gambling by another name, Flynn!” Electa instantly fired back. “For God’s sake! Stop trying to pretty it up.” “I wasn’t!” Flynn denied. “Everyone else at uni is doing it! You can make a fortune right now if you know how to play it right.”

Bryan switched on a high-powered flashlight and examined the stone closely. Christan frowned as he watched, muttering, “I heard there’s this thing in the stone world called ‘gambling on stones.’ Since the gemstone is hidden inside the raw stone and covered by a weathered layer, you can’t actually see what’s inside. People have to guess based on the outer appearance and make bids accordingly—it’s just like gambling. One cut and you either strike it rich or lose everything. They say plenty of people have gone bankrupt doing this!” “You don’t know much about gemstone,” the old man snorted. “But you seem to know quite a bit about gambling.”