Gambit Chere Novels & Stories

The very woman in question comes out and it takes me my all not to laugh. Madam Cheri, was about the same age as our parents, maybe older you can never know with the Fae. Her hair was black and in a very tight french roll, it almost made her eyes look like cat eyes. It was that tight. Her heavily made up face was overly done with blue eyeshadow and heavy eyeliner. She had a black beauty spot in the middle of her right cheek and full red glossy lipstick. With a black pencil skirt and a white blouse on she has a small waist and curves in all the right places. A measuring tape hangs around her neck, a pin cushion strapped to her right wrist with multiple pins sticking out of it, she was exactly

Sugar momma. We stand for a moment and watch. “Thirty-two,” she asserts and claps her hands together in excitement as it spins. The ball goes around and around, and I hold my breath as we wait for it to land. The ball bounces a few times and then finally lands on number eleven. The table all laugh and sigh and she snaps her fingers in disappointment. “Again.” She smiles to the dealer. My eyes drop to the pile of betting chips in front of her and I count. Twenty. Holy shit. She is betting with two hundred thousand dollars.

My guards stepped aside and a woman entered, moving like a shadow given form. She was dressed in sleek black from head to toe—fitted trousers, a high-collared coat, and boots that didn’t make a sound as she walked. Her hair was long and straight, cascading down her back like dark silk. Her expression was calm, composed, almost too perfect. Around her neck hung a single obsidian pendant etched with glowing silver runes. She stopped a few feet from me and offered a shallow bow. “Lord Hades,” she said. “I am Irene. A witch, and a loyal confidant of Gamma Celeriac.”

~Tilly POV~ “Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.

When she looks forward again, Cameron repeats his brother's proposal. _______________ Under the gaze of my magnificent father and this noble court, I would like to ask your hand in marriage. I promise you, Celine Coleman. Accepted? ______________ I promise you, Prince Cameron Crowther-his voice comes out strangely high and muffled, contrasting with his hard appearance. - Accepted. - With a triumphant smile, Celine returns to her seat and Cameron does the same. His smile, though, is as hard as armor, but the girl doesn't seem to notice. Out of nowhere, I feel a hand against my arm, and fingernails begin to scratch my skin. I struggle to hold back the urge to jump out of my chair. She doesn't

"I don't believe so. I'm not sure because you haven't found your mate yet." “Didnt you know I'm Caleigh Sanders? I am Alpha Chaste's mate!” she shouted angrily dashing into my side. She raised her right hand to punch me but I sidetracked causing her hand to pass me and her body was brought with her. "Oopss", I teased her. She gritted her teeth and face her back at me. I heard her murmur strange words making me worry a bit. "She's a witch." those words… she's a witch, I realized to myself. I have to be cautious around this girl.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

] [Quest Update: The Fixer's Gambit Initiated. [New Objective: Utilize Chalida's network to destabilize Minister Supanee's influence.] Pim retrieved the tablet, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "Good choice, Chalida. You just signed up for the ride of your life. And trust me, you're going to hate every single second of it. Until, of course, you realize you love it."

"I don't want to fight. Just let us leave." But Catherine wasn't finished. Her fingers, curved like talons, reached for me again. "Oh, you think you can just slink away after trying to steal my husband? You owe me an explanation!" I stumbled backward, trying to avoid her grasp. Suddenly, she threw herself to the ground with a dramatic cry, clutching her stomach. "Caleb! She pushed me! She's trying to kill our baby! She wants me to lose it!"

(eg when Damon speaks, the format will be as this: Damon ~ “Evening Amber.” Let me know what you think, of Gamble With My Heart. Gamble With My Heart is a winner in the Chapters Interactive Stories Writing Contest in 2020. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* Whatever you think might be real. It is not. Only a fool believes foolish things. You are only as good as the game that you play. And right now, the game is on you. For every single thing that you have ever done to another woman has just come back to you. Karma is a bïtch, and you have been bitten.