God Of Gamblers Return Novels & Stories

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

Golden divine blood dripped onto the dark veins of the stone. "Lord of the Underworld, Hades." "I swear on my name as the Goddess of Wisdom. I offer you a soul contract." The dark veins erupted with dense black energy. A deep, rasping voice, cold beyond measure, echoed through my mind. "As you wish, my bride."

"You've finally decided to turn your phone back on, Callan. I assume you're back with your family; is everyone doing okay?" Gunthar's booming voice came through the line. Each word sounded like a battle cry, warming my heart. "There's a little trouble at home, General, but I can handle it." I swallowed hard, fighting back the crack in my voice. The last thing I wanted was to bring my negative emotions back to the unit. But Gunthar was a veteran of a thousand battles. He caught the strain in my voice, and his tone turned deadly serious. "Stay put. I'm coming to HC myself. It's high time the Sentinel's Edge plaque you earned sees the light of day."

I stepped forward and kicked him straight out of his chair. "Why?" "My own father cut my hair, took my blood…" My voice dropped, shaking with fury. "All for the sake of some woman, for some bastard… You'd actually harm your own son? Today, you're going to tell me why." He slowly took out a mask. "You're the God of Gamblers. You may have retired, but your skills are still there." He paused, then continued, "John can't compare to you at all. If I didn't use the puppet technique on you, he would never be able to beat you."

】 【That big shot hasn’t logged in for two years… No, according to the team, she does log in sometimes—but only to withdraw the salary in her account… and then doesn’t even play! 【Wasn’t it said she’d come back after the college entrance exams? I’ve only seen her recorded gameplay, never her livestream!】 I scrolled through the comments, yawning. Every year, the Glory League competition opens Pack betting, and it had already started. I had already made up my mind to bet on Gothom Pack to win, so without hesitation, I used my account to follow the official link and select Gothom Pack as champion. And I placed the maximum bet.

"Do you really hate me that much?" When I didn't answer, something in him snapped. "You want another man, fine. Go find one. Don't stand here and mess up my deal." I looked at him, my voice flat. "I'm the one you're meeting today." The moment I said it, Alanna let out a mocking laugh. "Have you been with that broke driver so long that you've lost your mind? Do you even know what kind of deal Brandon's here for? This is a multi-billion-dollar project!"

“We think. The Redmoon warriors left in an organized way — Clara managed it, got them out cleanly, but the pack noticed. People are — the mood has shifted. Clara can feel it.” “She’s scared,” Isabella said. “Yes,” I said. “Good,” Isabella said. Oswin made a sound from his corner. Not a laugh — something adjacent. Isabella looked at him. “Four Alphas and a plague,” she said. “And a Luna who came back from the dead,” he said. “That’s a new one.” Something moved in her face then. The thing I’d been trying to name since she walked through the door. Not harder. Not broken.

My balance untouched. $100,000. Still there. My heart starts pounding. I withdraw everything without hesitation. Refresh. The value drops. Again. Again. Still falling. I stare at the screen, frozen as another wave of déjà vu crashes over me—stronger this time, undeniable. I check the date. May 31st, 2022. Everything inside me stills. This isn’t coincidence anymore. This is something else. Something bigger. I swallow hard. There are only two explanations now. I’m either losing my mind—or I’ve been given a second chance.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

“I’m talking about roulette. It’s the table with the lowest house edge, so it has the highest potential return for players.” “You need help!” “I’m not an addict. I just enjoy gambling!” “No, you bet. So it’s not ‘just enjoying.’” Damn, now I understood why Gabe didn’t give Jorel the full amount from the Clifford sale. It was obvious his brother would blow it all. Just like if he gave Aneliese’s full share, her bastard husband would keep investing in bad deals and could ruin the family, leaving Rarith with an uncertain future, even coming from a wealthy family.