Goddess Of Gambling Novels & Stories

(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.

she grabbed his collar again, and this time, he saw fire in her purples. “Do you want me to list all the horrible things you did to me?” she shook him. “Do you?” her angry voice boomed in the warehouse. She looked intimidating, like the goddess Athena—a fitting name for her. “You bet on me, Azazel, like a goat at a flea market or a whore in ancient Greece or Pompeii. You made me stand there while you fought with Nevin like I am a commodity to win, you made me a thing, and you treated me like one, not a person,” she remembered how bad she felt when Azazel made her a pawn in his game.

She could not have been communicating with me through my thoughts and my mind. And if she was indeed Ezza, what was the sorcery that she has tried to put me on? How come I was hearing her voice inside my head? How was it possible that she was here, and she knows me, and basically said that "I am her and she is me"? However, I was guessing that the woman had noticed the confused look on my face because she answered my unfinished question and did something unpredictable and disquieting. "No, dear, I am not her, but I am a very close one—" the woman then slowly sank to her knees with her fisted left arm over her right chest, as she bows her head and she said, "we've been waiting for you for so

Everything glittering with dragon gold and vampire glamour. Dragons run The Inferno. They run most supernatural casinos. Patient, calculating, rigging every game just enough that house always wins. They've been perfecting probability manipulation for millennia. I'm here because I need distraction. The frame's planted, evidence is aging, but I can't spring it yet. Need another week minimum before it looks like I discovered the theft naturally. The waiting's killing me. So I gamble. I head to the roulette table. Ten other players, mix of supernatural. Two vampires, three werewolves, handful of fae. Everyone here has money to burn or debts to ignore.

"I haven't touched a single penny from that money, Mom, and since I have ten million now, I have a way of getting ten extra. That's going to be twenty million. So I can start whatever bullshit I pulled that, and at the same time I would have money to spend." She shook her head. "Please tell me you're not talking about gambling. I beg you in the name of the moon goddess, because there is no way in hell you can double that amount of money in a day." "Yes, Mom," I said in a bored tone. "I am going to gamble, and believe me, I am very good at it. I'm not going to lose a single amount. Everyone is going to be crying when I walk out of there twice as rich as I already am."

They didn’t know that they were going to be in more resounding defeat when it comes to that matter. Because as wild as her personality, her appetite for sex is next to insatiable. But she never showed them to anyone that has a constant connection with her, like friends and colleagues or business associates. She kept it as her dirty little secret. Because she can be misunderstood as a sex addict, which she is not, she can control her cravings for sex. But when she indulges, she makes sure it’s consensual. Besides, she is the girl. As long as the other party is not a minor, she doesn’t see what can be the problem. She can protect herself in any way. She has tried every fantasy that her mind ca

Allorah said thinking, “The goddess explained once that this was what identified us. It would tell what role we partake on the realm.” “And what was your role?” I asked, leaning against the table. Something was telling me that what Allorah would say next would be of importance. “That would give the light and hope to certain humans. I’m the goddess of the Diamond. And my sole purpose was to give light to the souls that where tainted with darkness. My blood had the power to see on the portals the humans, or better said families that would have sturdy daughters or sons and who of those would be full of darkness,” Allorah explained as she furrowed her eyebrows. “That means I could visit that per

she saw he just wanted to be silent, not to make her feel like a fool who her knowledge was weak, she needed to know what he was thinking or knew, so she looked seriously and asked, " Opolopo, talk to me, is the girl not who i thought she was? Tell me if i am wrong about her, tell me who Oyinda is now" she looked serious and was really obvious that she must hear what ever Opolopo had in mind concerning the girl in question, he answered by saying " i Opolopo would not call her a goddess, but she is not human also, but the things with that girl is not known by her, she is a good peaceful young innocent beautiful girl, but a god lives inside of her, and that god must be a old enemy, who only p

And so, whilst she had become known as the Great Mother, she would soon find herself becoming bitter at the title when it became a constant reminder of the pressures she felt from her siblings to begin a family. She was the Goddess of Sight, capable of influencing the perception of what people saw. She could create value and sway others’ minds, and things that previously might have meant nothing, she could manipulate the image in their heads to her own will, making them see what she desired them to. It made her exceptionally great at earning the trust and love of those around her, and her power of true sight also gave her a small insight of prophecy into the success of whatever ventures she

A stunning dealer stood by the gambling table, her presence alone signaling she was no run-of-the-mill employee. "Mr. Lincoln, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Liliana Yack, but you can call me Ms. Yack. I run the show here," the woman said, locking eyes with Howard. "Fiona mentioned you're looking to play for a hundred fifty million dollars a hand?" "Depends if the house is up for it," Howard said with a casual shrug. "Mr. Lincoln, you're quite the joker. We're open for business, and we don't turn down bets," Liliana replied with a smile. "So, what's your game?"