Novel & Cerita Good Punishments For Bets

A wave of nausea swept through him as he realized the magnitude of his cruelty. It was just because of the bet itself, it was his callous pride, his stupid need to prove to his friends that he was the master at playing games with innocent girls.

To liven up the atmosphere, Evan said to them, “There are no rules today. Just reveal your hand whenever possible. The loser will not only lose money but also have to drink.” Matthias found Evan to be ridiculous. Nevertheless, it seemed that Evan was trying to make it easy for him by eliminating the rules. After all, he was a rookie in poker. However, Matthias wasn’t aware that there was a special rule in this place. These people, who played poker with their customers, could get the money from their customers if they won, but if they lost, they didn’t have to give the customers any money. Therefore, some customers would come up with terrible ideas to mess with them. Drinking wine was conside

They stood on each of Erebus's side, and took him by the arm. "What?" Erebus stood up with no resistance: "House cannot take such a small loss?" "We will honor the bet." One of the huge guards said in a low voice, "You will get your money, but you are banned from this casino on suspicion of counting cards." Erebus smirked: "So what? It's not like you can use your money anyways." He could see that his words paused the guard's movement. They were taking orders from the earphone. His words WERE for the people on the other end, and as expected --

“Emma, I would like to make a bet with you.” Emma turned and looked at Thomas. “Bet on what?” “Within an hour, Gold Jerrod and this hospital will be punished and fined for breaking the law and trampling on the system.” “How can that be possible?” Emma refused to believe in what she heard. “Want to bet?” “Sure, who’s afraid of who?” Emma was taken aback for a short while. “So what happens to the loser?” Thomas put up a naughty smile and said, “If I lose, I will be your ‘slave’ for a month my dear wife, whatever you want me to do, I shall do it without a single complaint.”

After they left, Mark announced, “Let’s place our bets. I’m betting that my brother will win.” He took out all the money he had on him as he spoke. Everyone grinned. “All of us will surely place our bets on Will, Mark. Who will bet on Mr. Bucham?” Quinn told Mark, “If Dad knows you’re making everyone place bets again, he’ll withhold your allowance for two months. Don’t come crying to me or Will if that happens. You won’t get a cent of our salary.” Mark laughed. “I’m providing some entertainment. Do you want to bet, Quinn?”

The disappointment oozed through every word she said in response. “Only two-hundred-ish?” she scoffed. “You used to bring in ten times that! What in heavens is happening with you?” “That’s not my fault, alright?!” he said. “There’s a gods-damned ape that’s been messing with the odds. “ “Messing with the odds? What? Is the human cheating or hacking or something?” “No, no, nothing like that! It just… keeps winning matches stacked against it! I keep losing the surest bets! I sunk a thousand into a Reborn, and the ape took it to town! Just like that!”

She tried to come up with a solution before something bad happened. "Actually, I like the bet!" She said without thinking. "I’m in! I have been so bored lately, so I don't mind having a little fun for once. Maybe I will have the urge to write another novel. It’s been so long since I had one published." ‘Damn! What nonsense I am talking about!’ She scolded herself. Again there was a long, uncomfortable silence around the table. "Jo, you can't! I am not going to play this stupid game, you know I don’t gamble." Finally, Matthew recovered from his shock. "We are adults, and we should act like it. We have work and separate lives to manage. Who has time for childish bets?"