Grant Wang Poker Novels & Stories

If this wasn’t a breakthrough, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it together without doing something reckless. “Talk,” I barked, skipping the pleasantries. Marco’s voice came through low and measured, the kind of tone that said he had something but not everything. “Got a hit on the lab tech. Name’s Dr. Harlan Elias Grant. Works out of that fancy private clinic Bianca used—downtown, the one with the glass facade and overpriced valet. He signed off on the paternity results himself. But get this: he’s got a gambling problem. Owes some bookies downtown about fifty grand. And guess who wired him twenty K the day before the test came back?”

Lucas turned to the dealer, “can I get fifteen million Kenya shillings chips?” “Same as for me,” Maina added as soon as the dealer nodded in convention. The dealer moved to the counter and gave instructions to the attendant who handed two trays full of chips worth fifteen million each and a PDQ. He placed the chips directly in front of the players on the poker table and handed each of them the PDQ’s in turns for them to swipe their cards. Interestingly, with there shady business, they were both owners of black cards due to the many umbrella companies they owned.

So he will most likely gain his abilities when he awakens. "I see, thank you, Daisuke, for your assistance." [Then Host, can I borrow some fundings to play poker? It's the champion league tonight.] "There are champion leagues in poker?" [Yes, please Host, I think this is finally my chance to win for the first time. After all, the 301st time's the charm right?] "You lost at poker 300 times?" [Yes host, one win for all those losses.] "Okay, convert my earnings from the second world into money, then you can take the money you need then."

he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Georgina found herself entranced by the scene unfolding before her. It was her first encounter with the game of Poker, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the meticulous arrangement of the table. The dealer expertly positioned the cards, ensuring every detail was in place. A small sign caught her eye, bearing the words "Table minimum bet: five thousand euros." It was a stark reminder of the high stakes involved in this game.

He checked his own cards: two, three, five. Furious, he flung them down. "Damn it. Today just isn't my day." Lucas laughed. "Looks like you'll have to believe it. A two-three-five can still take the pot." Zachary snorted, grabbed a 100,000-dollar chip from the pot, and stuffed it into the server's hand. "Here. This is for you." The server's face brightened as she bowed repeatedly. "Thank you, Mr. Grant. Thank you!"

Gabe. Gabe stared at the cards in his hand. Seven two off suit. “Raise.” He slid two chips into the pile and let his cards fall facedown. Gabe played poker most Wednesday nights with his friends, and the understanding was that if you could win the hand with seven two off suit, presumably the worst hand in poker, everyone at the table owed you five dollars. It was the only actual money exchanged in their poker games. They played with numbered chips, but no one ever went home richer on Wednesday nights. They’d been playing the same way since high school, and Gabe was thankful. He still hadn’t learned how to win the game.

Mike says, scaring their little minds. "My dad’s tongue explicitly stated that any wolf who possesses the capacity to generate a massive volume of cash tokens can easily secure a girlfriend!" Daniel shouts back right away. "His logic tracks as correct, little cub. Your station can easily secure a girlfriend if your vault holds money, but your hand can never secure a rich, beautiful, and highly talented partner like Layla," Mike retorts. All the little boy cubs go completely dead and speechless after that strike. The tracking hands of the clock move rather quickly across the afternoon watch, and the dial already maps four o'clock. The high-stakes poker tournament has officially reached its co

Lippy, as usual, was kibbitzing, putting in his two cents’ worth whether they were wanted or not. “Not unless he’s been to the bank, we can’t,” he said. “Xavier cleaned Dish out last night, and he ain’t active enough to make his fortune back in one day.” “Don’t mean he can’t take a hand,” Jasper said, giving Dish a friendly nod. “Xavier’s cleaned me out too and I’m still playing.” “We all got weaknesses,” Lippy observed. “Wanz’s is playing poker for credit. That’s why he can’t afford to pay his pianer

After all, when it came to poker, they took their losses like men. Some things just couldn't be blamed on anyone. The world worked in mysterious ways, such as how Grayson always won every single game despite not being an avid poker player. On the other hand, their wallets were always emptied after each game. His talent in poker seemed to be a God-given right, just like his good looks and his other abilities. That was why they couldn't say anything when Tristan talked about winning Grayson in poker. However, Grayson suddenly said, "I'm not playing. You guys can go ahead."

Alek casually spoke. "Also the private plane from Mr. Watts. It cost more than one hundred million dollars. Lucy is the best when it comes to poker" Xander cheerfully added while bumping knuckles with Alek and Timothy. "Don't forget the villa in the Caribbean that he won during his thirty-fifth birthday poker game" While the brothers are bragging about Lam's expertise in the game, Justin and his family, including Alice and Karen are all horrified. "Well the twenty-five percent shares of stocks of F&D is the least among his winnings" Mr. Carlos casually announced. With the abrupt realization, not only Simone staggered to her feet but Arnold Del Castillo. ****tbc****