Fnv Kings Gambit Novels & Stories

These people were almost all big shots in the domestic stone-gambling industry, and each of them possessed great strength. There were countless raw stones at the scene. At a glance, there were at least ten thousand raw stones. After all, this was the once-in-a- decade Stone-gambling King Competition, which was extremely grand. Watching the battle between the kings of stones, many whispered to each other. "Who do you think the King of Stone Gambling will belong to this time? Could it be Wang Jun?" “It’s very likely! Wang Jun is already a Second Crown King, and his strength is extremely formidable. Perhaps Wang Jun will be able to successfully seize the title of Third Crown King!”

King Nebula said and took a sip of wine from his royal cup. "Exactly King Nebula! I am glad you understand this" King Fabian said happily, "We will assemble all our soldiers, no soldier in each kingdom will be left behind and since King Arthur isn't aware of our invitation, he will crumple" King Fabian grin deepened, "And when I become head of Kings, each kingdom will receive thrice of their yearly revenue" his brown eyes twinkled in assertment.

A little cushion is placed on the steps, I knell with my knee placed on the cushion and my head down. "I, King Grayson Bennett, crown you Clara Jacobs, as queen and mate to the king" Grayson says in a powerful voice before carefully placing the crown on my head. I stand up straight looking at him, where his eyes just held pride. He holds his hand out which I take, my other holding my dress up as I walk up the steps to stand beside him. We both turn facing the crowd who was cheering and taking photos, we both look at each other as he leans in placing a kiss on my lips. The crowd gets louder and the sounds of more cameras fill the air, causing me to smile against his lips him also doing the s

“If you’re ready, please swipe your card here. We can begin processing.” Two hundred million. I handed her my first card. A beat passed. Then: “Declined. Mrs. Alden, do you have another one?” The room broke into laughter. “Thorne,” someone cackled, “did you forget to give your little wife her allowance this month?” “She’s betting like a queen and doesn’t even have a dime.” “If you gamble without money, the rule is simple,” another man jeered. “You sell yourself.” “For two hundred million? I wouldn’t pay a thousand for that bitch. Still too expensive.”

People even came on the stage to pinch our faces, noses, as well as our… "Number 68 never went under the knife. She's all natural." "Number 69 didn't go under the knife as well." "Number 70 has undergone a chest enlargement surgery. There's silicone inside her chest." While the host introduced us, the men began raising their bidding cards. Number 70's price was clearly lower than mine and Number 69's. A resentful expression soon appeared on her face. She didn't feel like a livestock that was being sold. Unfortunately, I was a lot more popular than Number 69.

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

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?"

But beneath the sofa cushions, the tiny green light of the recording device was blinking. Record it all, Dan, I thought, my gaze steady, my Blood Red lips forming a silent, lethal line. Tell him I’m the dragon. Tell him I’m the sickness. Because tomorrow night, at the Blackwood Banquet, the world is going to hear exactly what kind of ‘knight’ you really are. The Ethan Gambit had begun. Daniel thought my son was his ultimate leverage. He didn’t realize that a mother with nothing to lose is the most dangerous player at the table.

"All kings are fire manipulators." I nod, not really understanding. "How long have you been able to do, that?." "Manipulating fire?." He asks the blue ball of fire once again floating on his palm. "Since I was born, Thank Goddess." "Why?." "Well because, what makes a king of Alphas, is this." He turns the fire from blue to flaming red and to blue again. I frown, having no recollection of dad ever telling us about fire bending alphas. "It is not a widely known fact. Or else people would covet it." He explains.

The sulcarns laugh loudly at the weak sight of the King of Thanes, all other of the Thanes's soldiers that were left have been gathered up to kneel in a circle, silently praying for mercy. “Where has your confidence gone, O king?” Levion, the second hand of the King of the Northern Kingdom of Sulcar jests. The Sulcrans howl in laughter at the jest of King Egret but they all quiet down when Dreg clears his throat. He scratched his uncut beard that seemed to have grown out through the long period he had spent at war. “What are you willing to give as tribute?” Egret’s eyes widened. “T-trubute?”