Restless Gambler Jjk Novels & Stories

"Argh! The hell with you!" KACHINA GOES BACK to her office after locking the gate and the door to the tunnel. She puts the lamp aside and lets herself fall on the swivel chair. After forcing the woman to give back Kagan's journal, she was triumphant. She lifts the golden book higher to figure out the words engraved on it. MY FAVORITE POEM, SHANTA. "Our story in a fantasy, covered by another fantasy..." She doesn't understand! How mawkish can Kagan be? But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels.

She raised her voice and continued, "Everybody here, listen up! This good-for-nothing here lost 100 million gambling on soccer, and now he's trying to scam me, his mother-in-law, out of 800 dollars! A heartless scumbag like him should go to hell!' Whispers immediately spread through the crowd. Even a few older men who regularly bought lottery tickets at my shop started shooting me judgmental glances. "He always seemed pretty honest. Who knew he'd gamble so recklessly?" "Well, you never know. 100 million dollars, huh? He's going to rot in prison for that." Celia held up her phone and pointed the camera straight at me. Comments flooded into the livestream in an endless torrent. The people on t

I laughed as Jessie started to scream in pain. “Today I thought we would do things differently” “How do you mean?” Jessie stammered. “I thought that my men and I could just show you our skills, we will let Grant go first since you did not get to see him in action yesterday” I grinned at Jack, I had many skills that would work in breaking him. I walked over to a table that Jack had placed a computer on. “See what you can find on him” Jack told me. I started to type away and found the place where he gambled, I looked though some old videos and started to laugh as I called Jack over, he had been fucked over. The dealer has been stacking the deck.

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

(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.

GAMMA KENZO. FLASHBACK. Three years ago. Jillian - 14 years old Kenzo - 17 years old I was at the Gamma Camp in Midnight Pack territory. It was the weekend, and there were no scheduled activities or gatherings. I went around to the forest area, where we were allowed to trek. I didn’t have a wolf then, so I always went for physical activities, even during rest days, to keep up with all the other Gammas and warriors at the Camp.

he echoed weakly, the very concept sounding like a child’s silly fantasy. “Yes. I have a profound interest in stone gambling, and I wish to partner with you to develop this business,” Skylar confirmed, sinking back into her chair. She began to idly toss the priceless, polished jade into the air and catch it, completely oblivious—or perhaps intentionally dismissive—of the psychological shock she was inflicting. She genuinely did not comprehend the magnitude of the confidence she was displaying to a grown man.

"I did the legwork, Jax, cased the place for a solid three before I committed to the hustle and everything. The guy's a biker. He'd have it insured- humans insure everything, don't they?" There was one tiny thing that the she-wolf kept to herself. A delicious scent had pulled Jen to Howling. It drove her crazy for weeks before Jenny finally conceded defeat and followed it. When her nose led her to the Gambler's meeting, she thought karma was being a bitch at first. Although she'd been clean for four years and completed her steps with the chips to prove it, Jenny still felt like an addict whenever she walked through those doors. But following that scent was compulsory.

Although he himself doubted that JK will never give him that much but still he wanted to try his luck. "Okay" was the only word JK said and handed him the bag full of cash and then raising one eyebrow he said to him. "You don't know him and he don't know you. And if I see you near him ever that will be the last day of our deal and first day of your funeral. Have a nice day Mr. BROWN"

Raven took something off the shelf. Sarah made big eyes and took something else on the list. "So what you're saying is that he has not been able to keep his hands off your girlfriends, and ... he's a player ?" "Hmm Jayce's just ... Well, he is not evil, he's just not that good at staying focused ... he quickly loses interest, and then the women get acidic and demanding, and then he is done with them". Raven put something down the cart. Sarah followed her. "It's kind of a shame it is you losing out when it's your girlfriends; he always seemed like a nice guy.”