The Gambler Novels & Stories

Josh just stood there, his mouth opening and closing without a sound. In the tussle, the bag ripped, spilling our meager belongings onto the floorboards. Like a rattlesnake striking, my mother-in-law snatched up the savings passbook that had fallen out. She stared at it, and her expression morphed from fury to naked, glittering greed. "Well, well. No wonder you've been so uppity. You've been hidin' money! This belongs to my son! You thieving little whore, you stole from him!" She clutched the passbook to her chest and shoved it deep into her apron pocket.

Luke stepped forward and pulled the pair behind him with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m so sorry about that Luna. Johnson can be a bit . . . strange.” His voice was soft and yet ear-catching. Courtney stood in between the two adults who were now looking down at the floor. “Uhhh,” I muttered. The black card began to heat up in my hands, so I switched it over to my other hand. Money really does burn out easier when it’s not ours to spend. The four guards looked at me patiently. They all looked older than me, but I got a calming sensation coming from them. Usually my wolf was tense with new wolves, but with everyone here, she was . . . elevated. I snapped out of my thinking and looked at

I was glad she was okay but still not liking that she had to leave for some dangerous mission. Isabella. “What the hell was that kiss about?” I didn’t have time to think long. I decided to leave tonight. I ran upstairs calling my contact on the way and letting him know I would be at the airfield in half an hour to leave. I threw my combat clothes and some sexy clothes in a bag hurriedly. I left Bo a note and then got in my old jeep and left. When I arrived at the airfield the plane was waiting and ready to take off. I sipped champagne and contemplated that damn kiss all the way to Tennessee. I met my contact who drove me to the hotel I would be staying in during the assignment. My cover was

The national college entrance exam was just a game to her! [Exactly! The beautiful genius was telling the truth all along!] [A top university, practically guaranteed! That line hits so hard now!] [I'm dying! That fake angel was acting righteous and trying to humiliate someone else, but she got a zero herself!] Driven mad by the comments, Daphne picked up my acceptance package and tore it to pieces. "Guaranteed admission? How is that possible? "All of Evelyn's usual grades are fake!" Then she pointed at Ms. Parker and screamed, "Ms. Parker! How much did she pay you to help her act this out?

If I were to speak up against his lie, chances were he would refuse the proposal and I would be stuck here, so I did what any reasonable person would do, shut up and watch. “I'd like to hear a bit about this debt.” Mr. Osvaldo said, his focus shifting to me. Marco smiled cunningly, he got up from his desk to his mini bar. “You see her father used to play at our casino very often, a chronic gambler, he owed a lot of money and one day he killed himself,” he began, corking open a bottle of wine, he offered some to the guest but when he politely declined, he continued with his hoax. “With no way to pay back, we took her in, about a month ago to work for us to pay back the debt her father owed us

Part Seven – Shadows Behind the Silence Chapter 1 – Tshepo’s Gamble Tshepo sat at the edge of the small table in his apartment, the weight of another week’s losses pressing down on him. The cards lay scattered, remnants of the late-night gambling sessions he’d promised himself would end “just this once.” The numbers on the receipt from the betting shop seemed to mock him: debts he couldn’t ignore, lies he couldn’t untangle, and a future that felt increasingly unstable.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

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.

ONE WEEK EARLIER “Do you know how many hours an average gambler spends on the casino floor or placing bets online in a year, Mr Smith?” Alexander kept his gaze on the already glinting blade in his hand as he polished it, not at all bothered by the chubby man sweating bullets onto the ceramic tiles. “N- No.” The man responded breathlessly, he sounded a lot like he’d run a marathon before he got here, but that was hardly true. The wild beating of his heart was a result of the adrenalin chasing down the fear in his veins.

Alaric's POV Marcus had come from a long line of gamblers. His great grandfather was a gambler, his grandfather was a gambler, his father was a gambler, his mother and grandmother were also gamblers so it's no wonder that Marcus fell into gambling as well. Due to his addiction, he had gambled away his family house,.his furniture and even himself. I had found him years ago while he was in a cage, treated like livestock and meant to fight like a wolf under people's scrutiny and entertainment.