The Gamble Kristen Ashley Novels & Stories

When he reached the VIP zone, Darryl saw two sexy ladies further in the room. One of the ladies was in deep blue jeans with a pair of stilettos—she looked incredibly sexy, and her beauty made one feel suffocating! However, she also looked cold and unapproachable. She sat at the table, but she did not gamble. She only observed the game quietly. That lady was the Box family's eldest daughter—Ashley Box. The other lady was dressed in a short white skirt; she was about 1.63 meters tall, and she also looked beautiful. She even had dimples when she smiled. The lady gambled happily with the dice with a few other youngsters.

I decide that my ice blue eyes, shadowed in black kohl is all the make-up I need – aside from some gloss bomb lip luminizer aptly named Cold Heart’d. Such a mood. Pasha was waiting with the car at the back entrance. The safe house was meant to keep enemies out. Not keep someone in. Nobody would bat an eye if they saw me strolling in the garden in my Fenty onesie – even if I’m wearing heels. . I slip into the back seat of the bullet proof SUV, tinted windows hiding me from the world, but not the world from me. I left my phone at home because my brother can trace it, but I left on the gold bracelet containing a tracking device on my wrist.

“You used to be the object of my jealousy and envy.” Christine looked at Ashley in silence. “But now we are all the same,” Ashley said, with a slight disdain. Christine snorted. “Faye is the only winner now, isn't she?” Ashley shouted angrily, “That b.itch! She has... she has two fated mates! And they are Sheffield brothers!” She threw off her mask in anger. “F.uck! The last time we were in California, she was playing me!” Christine's eyes flickered as she mentioned the bombing in the football match.

Ashley said with a disregard. Ashley admitted that Teresa was very professional, but she wanted to use her lucky physique which was already proven to her after winning a couple of millions of dollars. Though this wool looked ugly at first glance and was priced as the lowest type of wool that recently arrived, Ashley was still optimistic about it. Winning or losing depended on luck especially in stone gambling. Teresa’s eyes flashed with irony. It seemed to laugh at Ashley’s ignorance and arrogance. The surface was pretending to be praised: “Miss Ashley has really a broad mind.”

he didn’t know who she was or why Melody would sign something like that, but it was making him mad just hearing what she had to say. "Dave remember to give him one of my business cards." Ashley turned on her heels and stared at Xander, who was fuming in rage as the smoke from his burning clothes obscured his handsome face. "By the way, I am Ashley Barbie Gates, the number one pimp in Miami, the queen of the streets." She introduced herself confidently and winked at him before turning her back on him as she was making her way to the door of his apartment.

As if she felt the tension in the room and mirrored it. Isla looked down at the girl, her skin faintly flushed, her breath steady but deeper now. She adjusted the blanket and paused. A pendant lay against Ember’s collarbone—obsidian, etched with a delicate flame motif. Isla leaned closer. It shimmered faintly, like it held heat of its own. “She’s wearing a necklace,” Isla murmured. Kael’s gaze sharpened. “It was her mother’s.” Isla touched the edge of the blanket, careful not to disturb it. “It’s beautiful.”

You don't know who is who under their mask. So I kept my face down and placed my phone on top of the table. I turned the screen to face the direction they were coming from and squinted my eyes to try and catch their reflection through my phone screen. The lightning in the casino was red and a bit dim but it was bright enough to make out their faces. Oh crap! It's linnet . Yep! That's definitely her. I tucked my phone back in the purse and took the pocket knife from my purse as fast as I could. Slowly,I slid it under my sleeve and turned to face the opposite direction.

He went to pay his grandmother a visit because she was sick. I drew in a quick breath. Calm down, Nat. They're just going to mess with you. Probably beat you up and humiliate you and record a video or something and they'll let you go. Sasha started laughing and I stared up at her. “Aww, you really think Peter sees you as a friend? You poor gullible thing!” She sighed and turned to one of her minions. The third elite, Emily. “Emily, my phone.” Sasha ordered and Emily placed the phone in Sasha's hands.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

He placed it against the guy’s throat. “Ten more seconds! If you don’t give me the information I want, I will finish you.” “I will talk, sir, I will tell you!” The gambling addict was so horror-stricken that he almost came apart. “Two weeks ago, in a nearby city, I… I broke into a villa and stole the gold bars from there.” “Take us there.” Ash was still holding the knife against the gambler’s neck. “Sure… no problem, sir!” After bidding Kazuo Inagawa goodbye, Ash and Tyr followed the gambler’s lead and drove all the way to the next city. Ash had scared the sh*t out of this guy. He simply didn’t dare to lie to the duo.