Gambler Yugioh Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You were chosen to save the Silverfang Clan from their torment.” It was the wizard’s voice. Steady. Calm. Unrelenting. James’s eyes darted around the room, as if the voice had been spoken aloud. His breath trembled. “But how?” he whispered, pressing a palm to his forehead. “How do I save anyone… when I’m not even sure who I am?” “You are Garrick,” the voice replied. “You are not James. Be Garrick.” His eyes returned to the mirror, and he stared hard….willing himself to see the warrior the prophecy had spoken of. Garrick, not the fragile man broken by layers of disguise and guilt. Garrick, not the traitor to his people or the coward hiding in plain sight.

, he asked trying to conceal the huskiness in his hoarse displeased voice. Cynthia shook her head," you're a player, you shouldn't think about those things". On hearing her words, Jeffery, again, for the first time, didn't feel the usual pride he felt when someone refered to him as a player. For Cynthia it was like since he was a player, then she could play along. He gritted his teeth, this woman had never given him face. Cynthia watched his angry face and felt satisfaction welling up, "if you're that mad I can go back". She said,

Paddles, crop and canes, blindfolds, gags, including rings and balls, and clamps were arranged on a table in front of the cabinet. “Before we begin,” Derek announced, interrupting the awe of these men. “Do you know what this is?” He asked, his finger pointing at everything in the room one after the other. “Yes,” they said in unison and nodded simultaneously. “Excellent,” he said. “We will play a game,” he paused and looked at them. “I call it The master and the mastered.” Both men had confusion all over their faces but they dare not ask him questions or interrupt him.