The Gambler Marvel Novels & Stories

But if it rises, then he will earn at least a hundred times. Although Ashley still did not know much about gambling, she knew that there was a big increase in the wool...50,000 dollars. But did she care? No! "Continue to gamble, after cutting it all, the real price is available." Ashley said. The man was disappointed but could not stop since he did not have this right. The gambling stone master continued to cut, and after a knife went down, it showed a piece of green once more. "Jes-s!" The stone sorcerer exclaimed excitedly. "Multiple colors!"

All the people were confused by this scene. Chu Xun could not help smiling. In fact, the strength of the female gambler was not as good as that of the male gambler. Moreover, the gambling table was not cracked by the male gambler at all. It exploded itself as soon as he touched it. “The quarrelsome lovers.” Chu Xun couldn't help but think of the words in his mind. Since returning to the earth, he found himself more and more down to earth. ... The scar-faced man had been silent, but now he couldn't help but show a smile on his ugly face, which was really gloomy.

As long as the gambler implanted the camera, they would be nearly invincible at gambling. Jermaine was the internationally-renowned God of Gamblers, and thus had no problems getting his hands on one. Of course, he disdained using that sort of thing to win at the gambling table. His God of Gamblers title was solely dependent on his own abilities. To implant or remove the camera required a very high degree of medical expertise. It was impossible to find a doctor who could perform this implantation surgery in Strego City or the entire South. However, Tyr could do exactly that. His skills had been inherited from the Beggar King, especially in the usage of blades. It was perfect.

he said sluggishly as the gamblers pointed a gun at him. "What? You expect me to pay $5,000 today. while I'm present. Are you crazy? I'm no longer rendering. They should do whatever they want to you "Don Steven screamed. He clenched his fist and slammed his leg into the chair. He was already bleeding, but he didn't mind because of the anger that Rose instilled in him. "Please, pal! I... would die at any time." Don Steven sobs, tears falling from his eyes. As the Gambler pressed the trigger button, goosebumps appeared on his skin.

Familiarity without warmth. Within minutes, the game began. Cards were dealt. Chips moved. Large sums vanished and reappeared like they meant nothing. Matteo placed his bets calmly, fingers steady, expression unreadable. He didn’t gamble like a desperate man chasing luck. He gambled like someone who already knew the outcome wouldn’t ruin him. I stayed back, leaning against the wall in the shadows, exactly where an errand boy was supposed to be—seen but not noticed. Watching without being watched. And that was when the question settled heavily in my chest.

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

Everything glittering with dragon gold and vampire glamour. Dragons run The Inferno. They run most supernatural casinos. Patient, calculating, rigging every game just enough that house always wins. They've been perfecting probability manipulation for millennia. I'm here because I need distraction. The frame's planted, evidence is aging, but I can't spring it yet. Need another week minimum before it looks like I discovered the theft naturally. The waiting's killing me. So I gamble. I head to the roulette table. Ten other players, mix of supernatural. Two vampires, three werewolves, handful of fae. Everyone here has money to burn or debts to ignore.

The hall shimmered with golden chandeliers and the chatter of high-ranking officials. Their laughter and celebratory toasts filled the air, drowning out the memories of blood and battle. I stood at the entrance, cradling my swollen belly, my eyes hollow and dark. A blood-stained necklace dangled from my hand, the cold metal biting into my palm. “I am the Gamma’s daughter,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the clinking of glasses. My shaky body moved forward, through the crowd, the cold path beneath my feet leading me to the man at the center, laughing with pride and ego.

The idiot holding on to me was too proud to see it, which was why he kept on talking like he had just won a great bounty. “You’re the one that sent whatever tried to kill her earlier.” Gavrael said. His eye colour kept flickering between red and gold, that was the only indication of his internal struggle. If not for his impeccable control, he would have snapped and released his beast. Instead, he was calm, trying to distract the enemy while planning what his own move would be.

I repeated, the question echoing in the quiet night. He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “Someone who fancies himself a knight in not-so-shining armor.” “A knight?” I scoffed, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “More like a gambler with a lucky charm.” “Perhaps,” he conceded, a glint in his eyes that made my stomach do a nervous flip. “But a gambler who won you a fair shake, wouldn’t you say?”