God Of Gambler 2 Novels & Stories

All day it was misfortune for him, and when he thought goddess of luck has smile upon him it turn out it fucking useless old book. still, Theo clutch his heart and started reading the old book, thinking that what surprise he might get after all it was freaking diary of an cultivator. He doesn't know how powerful was that cultivator. Theo started reading the book again, after reading for sometime there was frustrated look in Theo face, anybody who read the book will understand Theo frustration. "fuck", Theo cursed out loud and talk himself," who in the fuck do the same thing for over a week, slightly increasing the number of swinging for over a years, fuck this shit" ,as Theo throw the book d

Another customer was in line. The original guy said that he was almost done and then the second guy could have next. The second guy undressed and sat in the armchair jacking as he watched the first guy climb back on top of me and continue pounding me. The second guy looked a little older but you could see his dick and it was fairly big. Glad he came second, I thought to myself. The first guy started to climax and pounded me harder, then came inside me.

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.

Chapter 28 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••~°••~•• Someone is playing risky games with us. And not the kind that you can just turn a blind eye to—No. It's the type of game that makes you want to burn the entire fucking city down.

“Then that tramp will have the pleasure of explaining herself.” Nico leaned back in his chair, watching the fire in Nero’s gaze. The demon was back and out for blood. That same old ruthless certainty burned there. It was the look of a man who’d kill anyone or anything that tried to move his pieces off his gameboard. Nero’s gameboard. “Tonight, then,” Nico said finally. Nero nodded once. “Tonight.”

Shock flickered in his eyes, smothering the rage—only for the coldness to return, darker and sharper. "Who the hell are you?" His grip tightened again. The edges of my vision blurred, darkness creeping in—but I smiled inwardly. He was rattled. My gamble had worked. A long, tense beat later, his hand fell away. I collapsed to the floor, gasping and coughing, every breath a desperate drag of air back into my lungs. When I finally looked up, he had already seated himself back in the wheelchair, as if the man who'd stood moments ago had never existed.

I muttered, furious at him. “You are confused between liberation or vengeance and I will use it against him. You and your redemption can go to hell now, Roy Layne.” I muttered, grabbing my bag. “Who can go to hell?” Eri giggled, peaking into the room. “Just someone bad, Eri.” “You are so strong, you can deal with any bad guy, Nut!” She beamed, encouraging me. I would never want her to see me with the look of a murderer. Before going to work I need to meet someone to play my part in that game, finally making a move.

"You said you were going to dump me and Piper into the river, so I'll give you that chance right now. Do you even have the guts to do that?" Gunthar was livid when he heard that. With a furious backhand, he knocked Jude unconscious on the spot. "The audacity!" he snapped. "What makes you think you can do whatever you want in Hyporion? Someone, cuff him up!" Guards rushed in and dragged Jude away like a slaughtered hog. Watching his limp body being hauled off brought me no joy, only a deep, sickening disgust. Gunthar then turned to the stunned Velda and laughed coldly. "Have you forgotten, Ms. Mercer? Sentinel Group would still be nothing but a hollow shell drowning in debt without Callan's h

The sensation hovered between pain and pleasure, occupying a space she’d never known existed. “One. Thank you, Sir.” The second hit landed slightly lower, on the sensitive crease where her ass met her thighs. The sting was immediate, followed by spreading warmth that merged with the heat already building. “Two. Thank you, Sir.” He checked in after every few strikes. “Color?” “Green, Sir.” “Good girl.”

Thus, this could be the only place in Ocean City that was least affected by the internet. After that, the both of them quickly ascended to the second floor.? The second floor of the building consisted of individual rooms which contained groups of gamblers. All the games inside were high-stakes, and the bets numbered in the millions.? When Nathaniel and Thomas found Walter, he was proudly in the middle of a winning streak.? "The game's over!" Then, Nathaniel stepped forward and stopped Walter from placing his bet.? "What the hell? Does it bother you if I play cards?"