Gambit Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Good. “Mafia Boss.” I spat out bitterly. What a piece of dirt. “Just..... leave him.....you got what you want.” He snarled. I ignored his pleas and walked upright to the end of the room. There was a table filled with touring devices, or what we used to call ‘toys’. I picked up my favorite one. A blade made of Damascus steel. I smirked when ran a finger at its sharp tip. “This is perfect for today’s occasion.”

"Let me burn it for you, so you can stop dreaming about money that never existed." One by one, I tossed in his military manuals, letters, and then his clothes into the fire. The flames caught and climbed. Josh instinctively stepped forward to stop me, but hesitated—his face turning pitch-black—as he forced himself to stay still. Finally, I picked up the gifts he'd given me over the years and tossed them into the heart of the fire. "Riley!" he burst out, a strangled sound. "Those were from Josh! How could you?"

Everything that belongs to you is about to become mine. But the instant the scores appeared on the screen, the entire crowd froze at the sight of Daphne's single-digit result. Disbelief covered her face as she lunged forward. "How could this happen? That can't be my score!" The movement triggered the hidden release at the back of her custom gown. The entire dress slid smoothly to the floor, leaving her standing there completely naked. At the same moment, an excited voice rang out from the entrance. "Which student is Evelyn Kaplan? Your Thornwood acceptance package has arrived!"

Her eyes narrowed, “Mmh, he seems too smart for that. Why risk it?” It was my turn to smile, “I know something about him that you don’t.” “Mr. George Flask has a gambling problem,” Beta Ted supplied. While Lacy was busy being shocked, I slid some of the documents to her. “Here are all the debit statements for the last 15 years.” She received the stack and began flipping through it, “What am I doing with this?” “This,” I rested my hand on my own stack of files, “Are a list of all transactions good ol’ George had made in his favorite casino. If we compare notes, I am sure we will find some similar numbers.”

PART ONE: ~COMBATIVE~ He lost today. He had been winning all the matches since last year but he lost his streak today. I wonder what happened for him to be that distracted in the middle of a fight. With my chest heaving up and down vigorously out of fear, I enclosed my fingers around the handle of the waiting room and pushed it open with closed eyes.

But if we wanted to keep everyone that mattered safe and keep the innocents out of the middle of it, we’d have to be willing to strike hard. “I need about two days,” Gambit said, rubbing her temples. “If I push just right, and those channels hold, then I can get shit lined up. Dirt packaged. Leaks timed and forced out.” I believed her. Gambit was the one who made the impossible seem possible. It was incredible everything that she’d be able to do already. I hadn’t known her for too long, but she’d sincerely impressed me time and again. She’d never once handed us anything half-finished. We were lucky fucks to have her as Beta female and as our tech and intelligence backbone.

William began meeting Jennifer behind my back—more and more often. After each meeting, she would show up with something new: a piece of jewelry, a designer bag. Just like before, she pulled out a bracelet William had given her and flaunted it around the apartment. Lucy's eyes widened dramatically. "That bracelet—it's a limited-edition piece. There are only three in the world. Jennifer, who gave it to you?" Jennifer smiled, her expression layered with meaning. "Some people think they've tied down an untouchable prize… never realizing the prize has legs of its own."

(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.

He looked at his junior like he was looking at an idiot. Rudy raised an eyebrow, whispering, "Slaughter games? What does it have to do with the slaughter gambit?" Fane smiled as he patiently explained, "The slaughter gambit is slightly different from the slaughter game. They're similar in some points. As long as you participate, you'll go through a slaughter where many will die." After saying that, Fane said in exasperation, "I feel like that hero who created the Whirling World is pretty bad at naming. Can't he name things a bit better?"