Gambling Stone Novels & Stories

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.

The flame from the fire grew, as my flesh began to feel the heat rising from it, while he called upon the power of the sunstone. The earth beneath my feet began to shake, and I watched Carla take a step back, as she tried to steady herself on her feet. As the earth shook, the heir’s chants grew louder, as if he wanted the Gods from the heavens to hear him, and as if they did, the sunstone began to glow brighter.

Gareth was delighted to meet an ally as powerful as Hunter was, and the two of them had hit it off at once. Gemstone betting was about luck and experience. Both the players and the house itself were gambling. That was because no one could see what it was like inside a geode. Even suppliers didn't know which batch of stock would produce a full emerald and which batch were mere stones. That was why the Glam Club had come up with an even more thrilling way to bet on gemstones. They had to earn back the huge amounts of money that players sometimes won. The way they did it was to have one person representing the club bet on gemstones with the players.

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.”

A tremor runs from my hand up my arm and directly to my dick. Wow. “This one,” she says, looking up at me through inky lashes. I shift in my seat, trying to bring my body under control, and turn up my palm. It’s the gray pawn. “Black.” I turn the board so that the gray chess pieces are in front of her. “Okay. I’ll start.” Four moves in and I’m dragging my hands through my hair. “As usual, you’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you?” My tone is wry.

It was obvious that he was a passionate gambler. "Alright, I'll bet against you," said another jewelry merchant as he immediately walked over to inspect the stone. Everyone became curious about the stone inside the short man's box. "If you're unsure and need a stone expert, I've already prepared them. The f*e is two hundred million. However, it doesn't guarantee a win or a loss," Riza said as he promoted the stone experts he had invited. Although he had already paid them, he was still willing to let them earn extra money.