The Final Gambit Audiobook Novels & Stories

“So what do you think?” I opened my eyes. The city was gone, but that hushed voice remained in the back of my mind, lurking from the shadows. Bobby nodded. “It’s got a weird timing to it, but that’s not a bad thing.” “I think the bass will drive the song,” Hank said. “What about you, Aidan?” “I dig it,” I said. “What’re you calling it?” Johnny smiled. “This one’s called ‘The Final Reconciliation.’ I think the whole album will be called that.”

(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.

For the final takedown, I would need a distraction big enough to grab everyone’s attention. “Ms. Mancini, are you planning to strike at the engagement party? With every major player present, the risk is too high,” Gray cautioned. “That will be the day.” I balled my fists, my fingers digging into my palms. My complicated history with Vincent went back seven years. It was about time I ended the game that started with lies. I slipped out of the temporary hideout and took a detour to get to Vincent’s private club. The valets’ gossip reached my ears. “Don Colleo spoils Sophia silly. He rented out the penthouse for the night and hired a jazz band.”

“We are loosing,” I walked away as well to clear my head. I traced his scent to his study, looking through the books like there wasn't something catastrophic going on. “How can you read right now?” I asked, distracting him from the book. “There are over a hundred people out there, waiting to see you fall and you are in here reading books?” “Not just reading…” he turned the book to me. “... researching. This is the ruby we found, a priceless piece because it's not from our world,”

As soon as the segment finished playing, the comment section exploded. [Holy cow! I can't believe Helly had this side to her!] [So, she really was a homewrecker! I'm totally on the defendant's side now! I've never hated homewreckers more! Both the plaintiff and his mistress can go to hell!]

From the shadows… a figure watched. Unseen and alive. Gabriel Valez. Unburnt, unbroken, and unfinished. He lit a cigarette with scorched fingers, watched the grave, and whispered, “Checkmate takes time, Alina. But I’m patient.”

Maybe he had always been a bit of a gambler, but back when he had the Cunningham fortune to back him up, losing a few hundred thousand was just a drop in the bucket. However, he had hit rock bottom, gambling away even his own body parts before the harsh truth hit him like a freight train. However, by then, it was too late. Hunted by casino thugs, broke, and powerless, he did not even know where his next meal would come from. Jeff had swallowed his pride and begged Wynnie for help, but he knew her well—she had no room in her heart for liars and traitors. Love could save, but hate could kill.

But he had to be stubborn, presuming that there was still time and Jane wouldn't ever leave him—that even if she suspected something, he could just come up with another lie to sweet-talk her. He tapped on the livestream site and read through the chats, and found out that everyone aside from him knew about Jane's illness, even betting on when she was going to die. Andy quietly noted every name—since Jane had died, none of them were going to leave. Using a gathering as an excuse, he gathered everyone at his basement. But soon, they sensed something was wrong and tried to leave, only for Andy to lock the door and throw the key outside. Nonchalantly taking his seat, he said quietly, "Everyone's

With my voice low and calm, smiling like I have hit the jackpot i mutter the one thing no man wants to hear. "This is a dead mans deal. If you fail to get back here in 72 hours and not a minute later... you won't live to make another bet, you won't be breathing and I will happily inform your 'Daughter' that daddy dearest died while selling her off to the highest bidder." I laugh as his body tenses and he looks like he's visibly going to be sick.

His remarks instantly piqued the man across from him. Bert laughed out loud. "Fine. Since you dare propose such an offer to me, I will accompany you to the end." With a clatter, the blond guy shoved out all of the chips in front of him, arrogantly raising his brows and staring at Caleb with disgust. "I've placed all of my chips, so where are yours?" Caleb's steely gaze swept a glance at the frightened Murray. He answered casually, "I don't need any chips. All I need is one move to win against you. If I win, that man will be mine. His gambling debt will be written off."