Gambling Stone Novels & Stories

I gasped as fear gripped my neck, unable to breathe. "Did you just sell me off, Amber Stone?" I cried. "We've known each other for more than a decade! You're my best friend! But you sold me off just to pay off your debt of 50 million dollars!" My questions made her back away as she kept shaking her head. "No, don't look at me like that. The casino boss is very wealthy. He just has a kink for women with crescent-shaped birthmarks on their bodies, and he'd waive off any gambling debts as long as they can bring him a woman with that birthmark…

(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.

It looked like something straight out of a fantasy novel and was offensively picturesque. It sat striking glass structure that sat at the far end of the estate like a diamond glistening in the afternoon sun. The framework was a blend of soft shite steel and gold trims, with arched beams that looked like something out of a cathedral. A stone path curved through the manicured grass and flowerbed leading towards the building like a silent beacon. I wasn’t sure I was ready to answer. I looked back at the butler for some clue on what to do but he was already turning back and heading for the house.

Now, I was alone. "Nika..." and there was Kelvin. "Yes?" I answered. "I'm going to head out," he told me. "Are you crazy? It's 1 a.m. Why don't you just spend the night here?" I offered. "I don't know. I—" "I won't take no for an answer," I interrupted firmly. "Okay, fine," he relented with a smile. Kelvin's P.O.V "Miss, to win the prize, you need to throw those darts at the dartboard. If you hit the bullseye, you get that huge teddy bear over there," the shop owner explained, pointing to a massive teddy bear with a heart-shaped logo on its tummy.

They deliberately avoided me and pulled Cassian into the stairwell. Sabine, however, sent me a livestream video directly. "Cassian, why not hold off on the abortion for now? Aren’t you curious whose child Kaelith is actually carrying?" "Yeah. Since she’s already pregnant, let’s make another bet—this time for $100 million. Five men, three babies." "That guarantees three winners and two losers. Just thinking about it is thrilling. It’s only a few extra days for another test. What’s the rush?" "Who knows? Maybe all three damn kids are mine, hahaha!"

I pulled the fabric down just enough to show my collarbone. There, etched into my skin, was a glowing silver thread. It was the Weaver’s Mark. It was the proof that I was a criminal. Alaric walked toward me. Each step was a heavy thud. He stopped inches away. He reached out a stony finger and touched the mark. A shock of electricity ran through my body. I gasped, my knees going weak. The black stone on his finger began to crack. A piece fell off, hitting the floor with a "clink." Underneath, his skin was pink and warm.

The starting bid was at one million dollars. I almost laughed out loud. The stone's surface was covered in a deceptive trace of vibrant green, but it was seeped in a dense, deathly energy. The inside was completely hollowed out with worthless white soapstone. Whoever bought it would go bankrupt. I deliberately sat up straight, making it look like I was determined to win, and raised my paddle. "Two million dollars!" The moment I bid, Kyle's eyes lit up instantly. He knew I had made one million dollars from stone gambling last time, so he assumed that I had spotted another winner.

He pressed his forehead gently against hers. “We’ll gamble together,” he softly promised. “We’ll take each other’s bets...” A faint emotional smile appeared on his face. “We’ll celebrate each other’s victories... and survive each other’s losses.” he closed his eyes tightly before whispering one last plea. “Please, Belle...” His tears continued falling helplessly. “I’ll hold your hand through everything life throws at us.” He slowly intertwined their fingers together. “Trust me...” he whispered shakily. Then his trembling eyes met hers once more.

“I can't do my shopping here, I have to do it in Dubai city.” I spoke to Demola. “my Diamond.” I spoke excitedly. “You mean, I’m not your gold? Why Diamond?” Demola asked in curiosity. “Well, I love diamond rings and diamond is a precious jewel and goes with your name. Diamond, I believe means, not comparable. It is a gemstone that sparkles. And you, my love, is my Diamond. Happy now?” he started humming: do re mi fa so la ti do; do ti fa so la mi re do. Shaking his head and enjoying his music. Then I knew he approved my calling him Diamond. When he was done singing, I was watching in amusement.

Moreover, seeing through the stone—that wasn’t something she could do whenever she wanted. Xiao Chen nodded; even though they’d come just for fun, the possibility of finding something there was quite intriguing. So he also started looking around as they walked; everything there was indeed a variety of stones, and there were even different grades for each stone being sold. Xiao Chen noticed a stone priced at one million high-grade crystals—a price that was truly beyond Xiao Chen’s expectations. But he felt there was also a benefit to buying at that price, though the downside… was certainly unimaginable. For the wealthy, that amount of money was indeed cheap, but for the middle and lower class