The Final Gambit Audiobook Novels & Stories

"I wished it is a lie, Senor. But it is the truth. You're going to give up all your wealth by gambling. After your foolish decision, your family will suffer, not until with my father. He managed to rise above from the total despair of our family." "For your information, senorita, your story has some holes. I do play and gamble, but I am a professional gambler. I don't gamble with emotion. I acquired some of my wealth by gambling because I'm good with it. And now, you're telling me I will lose everything? Preposterous!" "Don't gamble, okay. Avoid it at all cost." "Senorita Gabi, or whoever you are. Of all the absurdities, I heard yours win it all." He laughed mockingly and shook his head. "Fr

“Perhaps, you might even be the first to find me. I’m placing all my money on you, darling Rachel.” “You think I’ll be the one to shake things up? After nearly one hundred years of games?” I snorted, taking another step away from the Game Master’s intolerable presence. I shook my head at him and lowered my voice, letting every ounce of anger and irritation shine through in my eyes. “Are you insane? After one hundred years of the same game, you must be.” “You dare call me insane?” The voice that came from his lips was not Abel’s, but was that of the Game Master.

the Auditor whispered, the glass spire around them beginning to crack, "it cannot be recycled. To recycle it would be to lose a potential path of evolution that the Auditor cannot forecast." "Exactly," Leo said. "We are the Gambit. You can't delete the game until you know how it ends. And even we don't know the ending yet." The Verdict of the Void The white stillness began to recede. The "Trial Floor" dissolved, returning Leo and the others to the observation deck of the Cotopaxi Anchor. The Auditor didn't say "You are saved." It didn't say "You are worthy." Instead, a single, final thought echoed through the Trinity-Core: "The Case is Deferred. Prove the value of the Noise."

But if he lost again, he'd have no choice but to start selling off his assets. The thought made him glance at Amelia with disdain, sure he would come out on top. Alfred's bold declaration fired up the entire crowd, and excited chatter swept through the audience about this risky challenge. “Did you hear that? He's betting it all! Once a gambler, always a gambler, he's really raising the stakes this time." “Isn't something about this off? It's like he's desperate, as if that woman's life is worth more than all his fortune."

Hahaha! The next second, another brutal kick landed on my stomach, harder than all the previous ones. I watched as bright red blood gushed from between my legs. In my final moments, I heard his last words. "Finally, nothing stands between me and Shereen anymore." I will never forget the excruciating pain and the utter despair of that moment.

I turned my eyes into slits to him. "Y-You know! It's not bad that you'll do the part of ending up with Aspen instead of me," I said with a fake smile, avoiding his eyes. I sounded so weird but I don't want to meddle up with Aspen anymore. Mezakiel stirred his juice drink. "If you'll listen to yourself clearly, I'm certain that you'll even shut your mouth for days." I widened my eyes on him but he still leaned his head on his hand. "Miss Karin Ruiz, there are no rules in the gambling that the main player shall do all the process to win. May I let you know the real concept of this gamble?"

She instinctively intertwined her fingers with his. Neither of them let go. Elizabeth noticed. A faint smile crossed her face despite the danger. Richard... Damian... Your grandchildren have found each other. Now... May they be strong enough to finish what we could not. Outside... The wind grew stronger. Far beyond the cliffs... A black yacht emerged from the mist. On its highest deck stood a lone man dressed in a dark overcoat. His face remained hidden beneath the brim of his hat. But one thing was unmistakable. In his right hand... He held a black king chess piece. The final game... Had officially begun.

In a flash of white light, I returned to Heaven and resumed my role as the Snake Immortal, guardian of the Celestial Garden. Five hundred years later, I was curled up under the covers, enjoying a lazy nap, when a familiar fragrance drifted into my nose. A warm embrace wrapped around me. Then came a voice, deep and beloved. "Clarice, I'm back. Everyone who ever hurt you... is gone." The End.

As strategies go, I can’t fault it. Unfortunately for the Bratva - which my brother heads - he’s made no secret of the fact that he’ll gut anyone who tries to hurt me. It’s nothing personal, just that I’m the only remaining member of his family and also a valuable chess piece in his organized crime games – a strategic marriage might mean the difference between being friends or enemies.

I stepped forward and pulled Claudia into my arms, letting her cry. "Henry... What should I do? I've lost everything! My mom is gone, and now the house is gone too. "Please, don't leave me. Don't leave me again, okay?" Claudia clung to me desperately, her cries echoing throughout the police station. However, I could not make her any promises. Not anymore. … The hit-and-run and fraud cases were exposed simultaneously. Nolan did not even get the chance to defend himself. "This guy has been racking up massive gambling debts in another city. He came back this time just to find a scapegoat," the officer explained.