Gambling Stone Novels & Stories

Bryan switched on a high-powered flashlight and examined the stone closely. Christan frowned as he watched, muttering, “I heard there’s this thing in the stone world called ‘gambling on stones.’ Since the gemstone is hidden inside the raw stone and covered by a weathered layer, you can’t actually see what’s inside. People have to guess based on the outer appearance and make bids accordingly—it’s just like gambling. One cut and you either strike it rich or lose everything. They say plenty of people have gone bankrupt doing this!” “You don’t know much about gemstone,” the old man snorted. “But you seem to know quite a bit about gambling.”

The scrawny old man walked over and said with a smile, "Mister, it takes luck to bet on rough stones. One stone here costs one million bucks. If you’re lucky, you can even get suet white jade or even imperial jade. But If you’re out of luck, then you might end up with a low-quality agate stone..." After introducing the rules of stone gambling, the scrawny old man asked, "Mister, I wonder if you’re brave enough to gamble on stones?" There was a slight mockery in his tone. Jay asked, "Can we really find suet white jade here?”

As I am a single child, I am enjoying the feeling of having a sister. Anyway, coming to the present solution, we all are watching the clients wanting to enter Mr.Stone’s cabin, but he is not allowing them. After ten minutes, Mr.Stone came outside his cabin and stood in front of them with a stern expression. Does he ever smile? “What do you want?” he asked them. “We all want you to take your complaints back, and we will not cancel our deals.” One client said as if he is doing charity. “Why would I make that mistake and deal with you all?” Mr.Stone asked arrogantly.

Pale-faced and terrified, I clutched Nicholas’s hand, begging him to take me to the hospital. Instead, he kicked me in the stomach—hard. Then another kick. And another. With a chilling laugh, he sneered. "I paid people to frame you for that medical accident. "Theresa, can you believe it? Some people will even die for money. The poor will do anything for cash. Hahaha!" My pupils dilated in shock. He let out a cold chuckle. "I bribed them all. And now, you have only one path left—death. Oh, and that milk? I laced it with abortion pills. Hahaha!"

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

Since he isn’t around, I try to press my ear to the wall to hear the song better but instead fall through the door. Looking around, I notice the statues are gone. All that’s in the room is the golden dragon that once held the stone. The music gets louder as I approach the dragon. Suddenly the eyes of the golden dragon glow red, and after a flash, a glowing stone materializes in its claws. The appearance of the stone reminds me of a salt rock lamp, but there is no cord, and the stone seems dull. “Taran! Taran, that stone is back!” I yell.

They would definitely break me! Claudia scanned around the room. She seemed to be in deep thought. A while later, she finally said, "You guys will be resting on the first floor for now. The servers will lead you to the places you're meant to go. Once the auction is over, you're required to provide your services to the guests. "By the way, you're not allowed to go to the cabin on the third floor. If anything happens to you, you'll bear the consequences yourself."

I couldn’t help but feel a bit of anxiety wash through me as I tried to hold back the signs of a panic attack beginning. The normal coolness of the moonstone upon my chest began to warm and I looked down to see it begin to glow a shade of light blue. As the stone continued to warm so did the brightness of the light beaming from it, along with a warmth that began to fill my body soothing away the attack that once threatened to take over.

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

“If you’re ready, please swipe your card here. We can begin processing.” Two hundred million. I handed her my first card. A beat passed. Then: “Declined. Mrs. Alden, do you have another one?” The room broke into laughter. “Thorne,” someone cackled, “did you forget to give your little wife her allowance this month?” “She’s betting like a queen and doesn’t even have a dime.” “If you gamble without money, the rule is simple,” another man jeered. “You sell yourself.” “For two hundred million? I wouldn’t pay a thousand for that bitch. Still too expensive.”