The Gamble Kristen Ashley Novels & Stories

She seemed to pick stones on a whim as if she barely cared. "She's just showing off," scoffed a young man from the crowd. "I bet those next three stones won't amount to anything. If she strikes it big again, I'll kneel and drink the water she washes her feet with!" The cutter glanced at Aspen, recognizing her as a serious player. He knew he could not afford to make any mistakes. People like her could easily attract the attention of someone as powerful as Silas, the head of Radiant Group. Watching the scene unfold, Christina could not help but feel anxious. "Aspen, I don't really understand stone gambling, but isn't cutting three stones at once a bit too risky?"

Kaelen never looked back. I stood in the doorway, watching them walk to the elevator. In the garage, Kaelen opened the passenger door for Seraphina. As she got in, she deliberately rolled down the window. She took out that damned memory crystal. "Want to see it again?" she yelled at me. The crystal activated, and the humiliating images were projected onto the car window again—me, thirteen years ago, bound in silver chains, covered in blood, sobbing in despair... And this time, Kaelen sat in the driver's seat and watched it all without stopping her.

"Samantha, you're alive! You're really alive! Do you know how much I missed you? How much I've wanted to see you again? Samantha!" His voice rang out, again and again, raw and desperate. Samantha's brow furrowed. She pressed even closer behind Matt. Then, with a calmness that sounded almost practiced, she said, "I'm sorry. You've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Cammy." She didn't pause. In heels, she turned with elegant precision and walked into the banquet hall. Connor lurched forward to follow, completely ignoring everything else. Matt didn't hesitate. He motioned to the nearby guards, who stepped in at once, blocking Connor's path.

“What’s the over-under?” A waitress, Gina, approaches. “Drinks, Mr. Rossi?” “Let’s see… champagne for the table. And something strong for Steph—she’s looking pale,” DeMarco jokes. Steph laughs. “Careful, darling. I bite.” DeMarco grins. “I count on it.” Suddenly, Nate leans forward, nodding toward the bar. “New face. Eleven o’clock. She’s got the ‘don’t talk to me’ vibe.” DeMarco follows his gaze. There she is—poised, statuesque, striking. Her dress is jet black, her hair swept up, her expression icy. She sips her drink, eyes scanning the room with clinical disinterest.

This is the end of SHE BELONGS TO THE GAMMAS PART 1. This novel idea found its way to my brain after I watched a Bollywood Movie stared by Alia Bhatt titled Gangubai. Being a prostitute or a whore doesn't make you less of a human. In fact, Fuck the world! Fuck anything life threw at you. Dorothy found her bearing after five years. Gangubai fought her way to be the best and highest-paid whore within three months. And many more. Most whores didn't become a whore because they wanted to — Life made them one.

William began meeting Jennifer behind my back—more and more often. After each meeting, she would show up with something new: a piece of jewelry, a designer bag. Just like before, she pulled out a bracelet William had given her and flaunted it around the apartment. Lucy's eyes widened dramatically. "That bracelet—it's a limited-edition piece. There are only three in the world. Jennifer, who gave it to you?" Jennifer smiled, her expression layered with meaning. "Some people think they've tied down an untouchable prize… never realizing the prize has legs of its own."

I'm shaking as I wait for his answer but I have to know. "Ash... Fuck Ash, Kelly was... is one of the girls that has been sold for marriage." "Jesus fucking christ!" Gamma Jack I'm fucking furious! "Who the mother fucking fuck does that twat of a woman think she is!" I bellow out unable to hold back my anger anymore. Ashley is sitting on my lap shaking with his own anger his hands holding onto the sides of the chair so hard that I'm surprised that it hasn't broken again. "If she thinks she is selling that little girl off to some old twat bag asshole then she's more cooked in the head than I thought!" Ashley jumps off my lap pacing the room as he speaks while I watch everyone in the room make

Kelly asked as he looked at Maya. "See, I can make you never desire a woman in a heartbeat. Although you think that you have won, you have unfortunately messed with the wrong people. It is not too late for you to turn back if you still want to have some fun." Maya said. "In your dreams. Stop scaring me. What can you do about me? As for Ashton, you can forget about saving him. The place where I have imprisoned him is filled with mountain ash. You can't go in even if you wanted to." Kelly said.

Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out. "Lola, pair off with Kanyon." Alpha Asher nodded to a tall guy with skin the color of fresh espresso. Asher's eyes were hard and met my own for only a fraction of a second. Chelsea's smug eyes met my own, a cruel smirk forming on her face as she nodded over to Kanyon. I ground my teeth together and stalked off towards Kanyon, unsure what game Alpha Asher was playing at. "Did you see what she was wearing?" Maya fake gagged in my mind, "Might as well just wear a bra and panties."

I thought that I would feel incredibly hurt, but to my surprise, I only felt a faint ripple of emotion. As such, I quietly walked past them. However, Williams could not hold back and called out to me. I turned and saw a hint of worry in his eyes. “Christelle, are you hurt?” he asked. I wanted to laugh. Of course not, but I did have an asthma attack and nearly suffocated in the smoke. There were a few stitches on my head, and it was still wrapped in bandages. Yet, he chose to be oblivious to it all. On top of that, I had a miscarriage. Perhaps the baby was fortunate in a sense; the baby did not have to live with such a cold-blooded father and brother.