Goddess Of Gambling Novels & Stories

I nodded at her, and she raised her hands towards me. "I, Mnemosyne, Goddess of memories, vow that I will grant you the memory you desire in exchange for you fighting with us in the coming war," she said in a deep voice that resonated with power. "I, Rhea, known as Nemesis, the Goddess of vengeance, promise that I will fight along with the Olympian Gods in the war against Titans and demons in exchange of the memory I ask for," I vowed and placed my hands on top of hers. A wind picked up in the room and I felt power crackling around us. I knew that the promise was binding and now there was no choice left for me. I was already in the war before it ever began…

Not only was this boy cocky, but he was not afraid of death too. Everyone in Verton knew there was a gambling cruise in this city that no one could bear the consequences of messing with–the Lofn. Even the well-established families in the city dared not look for trouble in the Lofn. The reason behind it was pretty simple because the owner of this ship was Jermaine, the God of Gambling and one of the Eighteen Generals of the Regal Palace. Yet, this young man was brazen enough to let out a spate of nonsense on the Lofn. He boasted about wanting to win the entire gambling ship away. Clearly, he was here to challenge the casino.

How can she be so calm! “You’re not making any sense.” I said in disbelief. My head shook repeatedly. “Well, it was that Clairvoyance Goddess who said that.” She answered. Wait, did she mean Dalikamata? The goddess with lots of eyes? “S-She’s bluffing.” I said, still not believing her. “She’s a Goddess.” She hardly said. “Yet she’s bluffing.” I answered. “She’s a CLAIRVOYANT GODDESS.” She repeated. I can’t believe this!

She groaned and leaned on the table, her head drooping. "I told you, you have to always keep the running count. You shouldn't have doubled down in that round. You're not going to win if you're just going to rely on your luck," I scolded her as I started shuffling the cards. Jey is my best friend. She's a professional gamer, but she doesn't like to play cards in casinos. She spends most of her time snoozing and adoring chicken. She's strange and quirky, yet anybody who sees her knows she's a goddess. Her visual is ethereal. Many people were smitten by the long-haired girl with exquisite heart-shaped lips. She's completely naive to the fact that so many girls and guys adore her. But guess what

Surrendering my life to her. The goddess of destruction and chaos. The goddess of death.

“If you’re ready, please swipe your card here. We can begin processing.” Two hundred million. I handed her my first card. A beat passed. Then: “Declined. Mrs. Alden, do you have another one?” The room broke into laughter. “Thorne,” someone cackled, “did you forget to give your little wife her allowance this month?” “She’s betting like a queen and doesn’t even have a dime.” “If you gamble without money, the rule is simple,” another man jeered. “You sell yourself.” “For two hundred million? I wouldn’t pay a thousand for that bitch. Still too expensive.”

Not calculation — something more like the expression of someone who had read a very long and complex map and had just watched two pieces of it click into place simultaneously. "What does it mean," I said. "That I'm here when he comes." "The Mourne Alpha is coming to assess what we're building," she said. "To decide whether to recognize the founding claim." She paused. "The founding claim is built on the bloodline and the old structure and three hundred years of Vassa's design." She looked at my arm, at the silver now past my elbow. "The Moon Goddess's Chosen is part of that old structure. Not a symbol of it. A function. A specific role."

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

I smirk. “I am going to do away with tradition. It’s ok for male wolves to stick their cocks in everything, but it’s frowned upon for woman to open their legs. So that changes now. I will not stay pure for my mate. I plan on enjoying my existence. I will open night clubs dedicated to the seven deadly sins. I will enjoy fucking anything or anyone I so choose.” I chuckle as I walk through the portal before closing it behind me. For I am Gaia, the Goddess of Hell. The humans will know me as the Devil and so life will be a party, an orgy and I will love every single moment of it.

She also used delicate makeup and would have a huge smile on her face. She'd sit at the card table and dominate the game. And after winning some money, she'd put all her chips into a transparent bag before shopping for branded goods. Then, she'd bring a few bags worth tens of thousands of dollars back into the casino before proceeding with gambling again. Men would always tip the dealers generously, but Celeste tipped them even more. She'd stuff big chunks of cash into the dealers' hands. It made everyone laugh. Not only was Celeste good at the card games, she was attractive and flamboyant.