Novel & Cerita Good Punishments For Bets

And then I'd systematically destroyed it because winning a bet was more important than being honest, than giving her a chance to decide if she still wanted me after knowing the truth. Marcus was right. It was too late for a conscience. I'd made my choices and now I got to live with them. But sitting there in that empty club, drunk on expensive scotch and bad decisions, I couldn't shake Grace's last words to me. You'll regret this. I already did. I just didn't know how to admit it. My phone buzzed again. Another text from an unknown number: "The three-year mark is in fourteen days. Payout dinner confirmed. Looking forward to celebrating the original wager. Well done, CV."

"And, best part? If you're right and can hold out more than three minutes? You get blown for free because I lose the bet." "Blown for free." "Yup, and tell you what. I can't get you off within the bet? I'll slow down and really take my time. Give you the longest, sexiest, nastiest head you've ever had for as long as you can handle it." "You're serious," he didn't look as offended as he had a minute ago. "You'd blow me?" "For a hundred." "But you're not going to win." "Then make the bet."

Jessica looked at Logan with open disgust. "You dared to cheat. The only reason you still have your hands and feet is because my Dom is merciful. "When you gamble, you accept the loss. That is the most basic rule. You have 24 hours. If the money has not arrived by then, you will bear the consequences. When you return, think it over carefully. Which matters more, 400,000,000 dollars or the Pierces' business?" Her words struck like a heavy hammer and left Logan's expression frozen.

he cackled up a barrel of laughs, infuriating me further. “Fine ! I agree to your stupid bet but know this that you will be S’ed in the B so bad. Whoever wins and get his or her name in the Hall of Fame, can ask for anything from the other. Deal ?” I asked as I put forward my hand. “You better buy sunscreen for yourself, Joy Stone. You are going to be burned like hell. Deal,” he accepted all the terms and conditions of the bet as he shook my hand. “Get ready for your life to get worse from one to damn !"

All the signs pointed to the fact that he had provoked someone that he shouldn't have. "Damn it!" Hunter watched as Gunther was surrounded by the patrons and couldn't escape at all. If he didn't step forward to do something, things would get out of control. He hastily got dressed and went to the underground gemstone betting arena with two of his lackeys. "Don't worry, everyone!" he said to the crowd. "The money we owe you will be credited to your accounts very soon." His heart was bleeding as the words came out of his mouth. The total amount of bets on Sebastian's victory was ten million. At the odds of ten to one, he would have to pay one billion. Even so, he knew that no matter what, he co

Anyone who is not fully under his thumb gets erased from the game forever. I stood frozen near the window. Erased how exactly? We have been careful. The ruined player shook his head and dropped into the chair by the desk. Not careful enough. He has a big cleansing planned. A total clear out. Ten or more guys are on his list. If you do not follow every order on the fixing and the bets you are done. Permanently off the ice. Some will get hurt so bad they never recover. Others will get buried in scandals or quiet trades to nowhere.

“You just need to say the word, and I’ll make the call.” “For cheating and betrayal?” I couldn’t hide my disbelief. Matt chuckled darkly. “You don’t even know your rights, do you?” “Your ex promised you marriage under false pretenses. You are protected under the law for that. Most people are unaware of this. And to think Aurora had the audacity to announce your humiliation publicly?” “You’re not making that up, are you?” “Why would I?” He leaned forward again. “Though the standard punishment isn’t severe. A maximum of five years in prison. It’s left to the judge to decide, or sometimes just compensation. But that’s where I come in. To ensure he’s locked up for good.”

"Manager, I didn't lose everything! There's still a thousand!" Manager Sullivan took the money and pulled out a knife, tapping Charlie's face with the blade. "People make thoughtless decisions in the heat of the moment. While gambling, you should have remembered this money would need to be repaid. You're still four thousand short. If you can't pay it back, don't bother coming to work again." Charlie's eyes widened. He'd expected anger, but not such severe consequences. "Manager! You can't do this to me! I've worked at the factory for years, always helping you. You can't just kick me out! Sarah's still staying at my house - I'll have another chance!"

“But the first one to get a punch in receives a twenty from the loser. Good?” Ben’s eyes search mine to be sure I’m okay with the rule. I kiss him and giggle. This should be... fun? I think so. What’s the worse that can happen? Tall, huge man here will knock me out or send me into a coma if his fist gets close to me. Yeah, that’s totally fine. I can handle a little bit of unconsciousness. We get into position, Ben collects a whistle to officiate our bet. He holds his hand but never brings it down because someone stops him. The dark guy.

She sat and then sip some booze in a glass. "Yeah, kind of but he commits crap here from his behavior?" "A lot but we can't kick him out because you people have more power than our system" "Yeah about that, I just want to know whom I will fight in those plenty rounds of bets and blood?" "Five for the first, three for the second, two for the third as well as two for the other and single for the last" "How much are the bets per round?" "Every guardian or master of the player will place a bet higher than hundreds"