Restless Gambler Jjk Novels & Stories

I blurted out. "Is that a good or bad thing?" She smirked. "Considering I've known you one day and there's not a thing I wouldn't do for you, I'd say it's a bad thing." "That's not true." "Wanna bet?" I asked. "Five bucks says I'll do what you tell me to do right now." "Wow you really do have a gambling problem!" Jovie cackled. "I dare you to go take the sunglasses off of Hobbs's face."

What are you doing? Geni: Laundry. Want some company? Me: I know what you're trying to do. I'm fine. Geni: You're not fine. You've been moping around all week. He's an asshole. You need some fun. Me: Yes he's an asshole. But fun on my day off means Jamie Fraser in a kilt. Geni: Really. Which episode are you on? When I don't answer her fast enough, because I don't honestly know, she texts again.

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

She wanted to see Joshua lose all his money, not him winning so much! “You’re so timid. Are you a mouse?” Joniss tried to provoke Joshua. She needed Joshua to lose money, so he had to stay! Joshua ignored her and said to Aldrin. “Exchange these for money, I don’t want to gamble anymore.” There was no point. Since the dealer was probably aware of Joshua’s hearing, he couldn’t continue gambling the way he did now, therefore, there was no point of him risking it

She turned to the room before her and searched for a game she could enter. Rachel entered the back office and watched the gaming floor. This was highly irregular. Beta Jaxon was working the door tonight since Henry was with his very pregnant mate. He’d spotted a little wolf skulking around, waiting to get in. Like Chris, the front room bartender, they’d both been drawn to the meek little thing. They weren’t attracted to street waifs, and that’s what she looked like. Underfed and undereducated. She knew nothing of this scene and Rachel was sure she knew less about gambling.

"That's another way of earning easy cha-ching's, right?" Even though she's not yet over the fact that her friend almost went total gangster on her, Nina can't help but stare at Judy with a funny look on her face. "Gamble? Like betting? Or playing cards at the casino? That kind of gamble?" She never thought that Judy would be this serious. "Gambling?" She repeated. "For what? What will we be gambling about?" And at last. Finally, she got Niña's attention. "About Lissa and Mr. Lee."

*** Jake Jake smirked as he walked into the bathroom, his game dangerous. He'd decided that if they were going to do this, he was going all in. Getting hurt over a shallow relationship that never really took off wasn't going to fly. He was going to limp away from her if things didn't work out. First things, first - he wanted to know more about her. Her history. Who she was. If she had more siblings. How she was raised and what she believed.

Pulling on my black leather jacket, I went down the illuminated paths of the five-star resort toward the beautiful, brand-new buildings used by wealthy tourists and the even wealthier villa owners clustered around the edge of a private, white-sand beach. "My heart is cold," I repeated to myself. "I feel nothing. I can do this for Lyra." I was trying to give myself the moral boost I needed to finish what Lyra had started. Ten years away from the game, and I knew I had to be ruthless. Gambling had once been my means of survival. I had learnt everything about poker as a child and my experience saved me from debts a couple of times. It was time to bring back the old me.

“How about if I lose, then I’d stop gambling.” “Is that easy for you to quit? Then why do you allow me to punish you!” “All that ends today. Shall we begin?” “I will accept your proposition. Just know that you’re no master gambler when I’m involved. Let’s go over the rules again. If you win, I won’t ever step foot in this house and I will leave you to your gambling addiction. And if you lose, I’m welcome to punish you anytime even if it’s for no reason!” Alpha Jerry was determined as Jefferson was.

“An idiot with a problem. If he doesn’t pay today, then he’s a dead idiot and won’t be my problem anymore.” Jerry Harrison is everything wrong with the world—drugs (not purchased by us, because he wouldn’t be able to afford a fraction of them), booze, and a good dose of gambling. Last night, he decided my casino was the place to test his luck and my patience and not the first time either apparently. Ran up a tab he couldn’t pay. Thought he could walk out of here smiling. CCTV never lies, and my patience disagrees. Smug bastard right now—but not for long. Definitely not for long.