Novel & Cerita God Of Gambler 2

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Without a second thought, he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and gulped its contents down his throat. Jenna's heart skipped a million beats at once and for a few seconds, it ached, causing a wince to escape her mouth. What are you talking about?” she finally spoke, feeling her heart palpitation increasing as she walked over to where he was. “How much do you want, millions or a billion? Alessia's family are stinkingly rich" he said and Jenna scoffed, getting a clue of his supposed bride's name “I haven't even agreed to that!” she raised her voice, watching him gulp down the alcoholic liquid.

I replied, my voice flat, maintaining the absolute denial. ​“Of course you don’t,” Vos chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. “But I know. And when I lost the deposition battle, I stopped looking for the financial flaw, Andrea, and started looking for the source of the synchronization.” ​He looked from me to Andrea, and back again. He wasn't looking for legal proof; he was looking for the emotional fissure. ​“The Tudor Gambit was based on finding the structural flaw I introduced. The Exchange Tower counter-strike was based on planting the financial flaw you introduced. Two completely separate disciplines, managed with perfect, simultaneous timing. It requires absolute, unshakeable trust and commu

"That was me. Just because Zane was jealous of my eyes, you shaved my head and bullied me until I stood on a rooftop ready to jump. "And when I was about to jump—" A voice echoed in my mind. [Binding complete.] The reward for completing the mission wasn’t $100 million. It was $1 billion. The other $900 million had already been advanced to me over the years. It didn’t have human emotions, but it raised me well. It used money to transfer me to better schools and told me that studying was my only way out. Back then, I had relied on it completely. I was afraid it would disappear, so I once asked what a “mission” even was.

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

"I don't buy into your tactics. We won't be separated. I reject this opportunity." Remiel's eyes showed a hint of regret upon receiving Larissa's rejection. He shrugged. "Well, that's a pity." He pointed to the opposite side of the gambling table. "Ms. Solace, please!" Just as Larissa was about to step forward, Ambrose preemptively said, "I'll gamble for her." Remiel said calmly, "Don't rush. It's your turn in the next round." He picked up the gun from the table, opened the magazine, and spun it around.

"Sure, you've given me some. But baby, what good is that tiny bit of cash in a city like this? I lost it all ages ago..." I could literally hear her hypocritical heartbeat accelerating as she lied to my face. "When exactly are you planning to stop gambling?!" I glared at her, my body trembling slightly from a toxic mix of sheer fury and extreme physical weakness. My wolf whimpered in pure despair, while my heart felt nothing but a numb, bottomless well of disgust. "Just until I make a comeback! The second I draw a good hand and win back everything I've lost, I swear to the Moon Goddess, I'll quit for good!" The distinct, crazed greed of a degenerate gambler flashed wildly in her eyes.

It's just an angry thought arising in the back of her mind. You're not so different from your father. You bet big when you decided to cheat Reviello, and now you're going to lose everything. Are you sure you're not a gambling addict? You broke a clause in the contract, knowing that he could put a leash around your neck and drag you away like a fucking dog. You like the thrill. Furthermore, you like to challenge your odds, even when the stakes are high. The blood is strong, after all. — SHIT, STOP THINKING. STOP THINKING, STOP...

Oh no! Her husband's new room which w*s just two doors aw*y from hers opened, there came out the slut "Goodmorning oh" the lady smiled at Laura as she passed her greetings and seriously chewing gums like a slut she w*. This really annoyed Laura. To worsen it all, the slut kept on counting her money as she w*lked downstairs. Laura felt like dealing with the fool. So Phil now has so much money to get a Prostitute. It seems like that restriction on his withdraw*l isn't working at all.