Fyodor Dostoevsky The Gambler นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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."

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.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

He leaned closer and said in a mocking tone, “You might want to stop sneaking around with that guy called Steve. You’re lucky Thames is too busy drowning in debts to notice. If he ever finds out you’ve been cheating all this while, not even money will save you.” Lucia’s eyes widened. Her heart skipped a beat. Cheating? Lia gasped. “You..how do you even know about that?” The man smirked. “We know everything. You should be more careful, Lia. We don’t just gamble for money; we gamble for information too.” Lia’s hands shook as she said, “You’ve got your money. Just leave me alone.” The gambler smiled coldly. “For now.” Then they both turned and walked away, leaving Lia standing there, breathing

I do not want him to think that we think that he is as awful as she is. "I really did not know my cousin was that hard up for money. I did not know that she was in so much debt that she was willing to sell out the people who were feeding her. I never liked giving her money because I know if I give her money, she will only use it for bad things, and I am not going to help her with her gambling addiction. I know you have tried to stop it because she told me that you have told all the casinos in town that she is not allowed to gamble there. I don't know why she would rather try to gamble on her phone. I mean, there are apps that you can gamble on. Maybe she is more addicted to being around othe

All she could really see were the countless hands moving across the green felt. She had no interest in the gambling itself. Instead, she found the gamblers far more fascinating. Some looked calm and completely in control. Others scratched their heads anxiously. Some tossed away fortunes without changing expression, while others started shouting after losing only a little. She watched with growing interest until a tall figure suddenly stopped in front of her, his presence pressing down on her without a sound. She looked up and met Francesco's deep, glacier-cold eyes. Raising a hand, she pushed lightly against him. "You're blocking my view."

Because of that, many reliable gamblers are willing to flock to the nightclub in order to be able to challenge Devi's father to be able to see his prowess in person, as rumors circulate in the ears of gambling lovers. While waiting for his turn, Devi's father downed a full shot of alcohol. "Please add more drinks, honey" pleaded Devi's father while poking the chins of the comfort women who faithfully accompanied him on the left and right. "Okay, Uncle Handsome." The girl in the tight red dress immediately poured the alcohol back into the shot glass. Devi's father immediately snatched it in one gulp. "Come on, Bro, in turn!" snapped the stocky man in annoyance. He refuses to quit even though

Damian’s smile alerted Evelyn. She shrank back and narrowed her eyes at Damian. And the kitten-like action teased Damian once again. "You insist that your cousin doesn't owe me any money, right? So what if I prove that he really owes it?" Damian cocked his eyebrows and asked. He is a notorious, ruthless mafia. She is so stupid to bet with this kind of person who wins and will not admit it! "I'm a good girl, so I'm going to stay away from gambling." Evelyn rolled her eyes, rejecting his proposal outright.

"So what profit are you expecting from the help you're giving us?" His blue eyes glanced at me. Judging from the mysterious smile on his face, it seemed like he was enjoying interrogating me right now. "Profit..." he murmured, looking up at the bright blue sky. "Of course, as an investor, I want as much profit as possible... But if I don't get anything in the end, I won't regret it either." Nick once told me that Dostov was the smartest and most cunning person he had ever known. To him, conflicts around him were just a game. If he found the conflict interesting, he would get involved. Nick thought Dostov did it because he was bored with living for too long.

I was already aware of Dasha’s father’s gambling debts, but now I know his creditor. Boris Volkov. A Russian mob giant with a lot of influence, not to mention murderous tendencies. A man who’s been suspected of setting more than one fire. What my cop friend told me chilled me to the bone. When a gambling debt goes unpaid, Volkov goes after the entire family. Dasha was meant to die in the fire…and Volkov likely won’t stop trying to stub out her light. Over my dead body.