Gambler Manga Novels & Stories

(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.

His smile grew larger, “So you are as they say. Interesting. Sorry to burst your bubble but I do not engage in soul trades, as you called them. You see, I am merely a gambler.” My forehead furrowed, “Excuse me?” “I gamble, fair and square and I offer wagers to those I deem worthy,” His smile grew larger, his eyes boring into mine, “I have deemed you worthy.” I scoffed. “I’m not interested.” “Oh my dearest, don’t rule it out yet. I will return and when I do, we will gamble.” There was something about his eyes that bothered me, something full of insanity. There were only a few people I had witnessed something so harrowing come about and they managed to acquire power beyond my scope.

A gambler would hold onto the hope of winning it back even if the interest was through the roof. Wilbur was the only real gambler there. His fate was sealed when he entered the basement. The gambling continued. Kenji and the three gamblers started to make high-stakes bets, continuously raising the stakes. Wilbur was driven by his eagerness to win money. His gambling spirit was ignited as he aimed for a big comeback. However, after a little over an hour, he once again lost two million dollars.

So when I got up, it passed me and I jumped up and kicked it in the ribs knocking it down and writhing in pain. Suddenly the surroundings became quiet. I grinned because the man couldn't stand it. Huh, it's just big, and that's all he is. "G-gamara won!" The man next to the supremo stuttered and all the faces of the spectators gaped as if they couldn't believe it. "How did he knock out Hideo?" "Isn't that right, Hideo used to beat that?" "What's happening?" I just shook my head. They may be looking down on this person Gamara. This Gamarang is weak because I immediately knocked it down without difficulty.

I’m supposed to be picking the right fighter, making sure his hundred grand doesn’t burn—but Knox’s hands are dragging my focus everywhere but the screen. My body is arching, greedy for more. His mouth presses heat into the skin just below my ear, and I can't think anymore. I just act. My finger taps Goliath—the thicker of the two men in the ring—just as his image flashes again. A second later, the screen blinks. Bet placed. Knox just gambled away six figures. Rich people are weird. I would comment on that any other day, but right now, my core is pulsing with a need I don’t know how to contain.

He placed it against the guy’s throat. “Ten more seconds! If you don’t give me the information I want, I will finish you.” “I will talk, sir, I will tell you!” The gambling addict was so horror-stricken that he almost came apart. “Two weeks ago, in a nearby city, I… I broke into a villa and stole the gold bars from there.” “Take us there.” Ash was still holding the knife against the gambler’s neck. “Sure… no problem, sir!” After bidding Kazuo Inagawa goodbye, Ash and Tyr followed the gambler’s lead and drove all the way to the next city. Ash had scared the sh*t out of this guy. He simply didn’t dare to lie to the duo.

“Come. Let’s play.” The crowd parts like silk as I approach. The dealer, a woman with diamond earrings and a dead stare, starts shuffling the cards. Morillo leans back in his chair, cigar smoke ghosting the air. “Same stakes?” I nod once. “Same stakes.” “Always the gambler.” “No,” I corrected him. “Always the man who wins.” He chuckles darkly. “Let’s see.” The first round begins. The cards glide across the felt like secrets, precise, clean, dangerous.

“I’m getting my money back!” Many gamblers were filled with anger and righteousness. They roared furiously as they ran up Sakura. “Give us back our money! Pay up!” Sakura was so angry, she was about to cough out blood. She squeezed past the crowd with great difficulty and hurriedly made a phone call. “Where’s Harvey? Where did he go?!” “Miss Miyamoto! There was a yacht out in the open seas. That man took all the chips and left! When we realized it, he was already gone!”

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.”