The Gambler Novels & Stories

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.

I’m supposed to be picking the right fighter, making sure his hundred grand doesn’t burn—but Knox’s hands are dragging my focus everywhere but the screen. My body is arching, greedy for more. His mouth presses heat into the skin just below my ear, and I can't think anymore. I just act. My finger taps Goliath—the thicker of the two men in the ring—just as his image flashes again. A second later, the screen blinks. Bet placed. Knox just gambled away six figures. Rich people are weird. I would comment on that any other day, but right now, my core is pulsing with a need I don’t know how to contain.

Ironically, the liquor that was supposed to fog his judgment was making him realize how he overplayed his card with her. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Pam asked carefully before she popped an olive in her mouth that came with her cocktail. Eli didn't take his eyes off the gaming area as he spoke. "You know what's the biggest problem of a gambler, Pam?" Pam didn't know where this conversation was heading, but since he was being so glum, the least she could do was humor him. "What?" she asked. "A gambler doesn't know when to quit. He's unstoppable when he's winning, of course. But when he starts losing, that's when a gambler becomes more consumed with the desire to win. Self-control's the firs

One of the gamblers pulled out his own gun and pointed it at him. "He's... irritated... please..." He knelt, his eyes welling up with tears. He couldn't finish his statement because his voice cracked while pleading. "How do you intend to pay?" The gambler's main leader smiled and approached Steven boy. "Please remove everything in you. including your undergarments" The leader didn't have a high voice, but his voice was small and sluggish, not to mention dangerous. "Please, sir... I'll pay." Steven boy continues to cry, but this time his hands are clasped together as he begs.

“You work for Enamoured?” They moved out from the crowd of people and onto a small private balcony, Lynan still feeling a little disorientated from sleep. “Ah, no. I’m just a freelance photographer. So, I only work for that brand occasionally.” “I see. You seem rather worn out, Amulet said you’d been asleep for a while. You’re the last person for me to speak with tonight. I almost didn’t want to wake you.”

I said. "You want to gamble?" Marco asked, but I shot him a glare that made him lower his eyes. I'm Alessio DeLuca; why should I sit at a table gambling with losers when I have tons of money in my pocket? I wasn't just a mafia boss; I was a multi-billionaire. I told Marco what I wanted, and he gave me a seat where I could easily see everyone who walked into the gambling hall inside the nightclub. With my black hat covering my eyes, I awaited the arrival of the so-called Zach.

“If you’re ready, please swipe your card here. We can begin processing.” Two hundred million. I handed her my first card. A beat passed. Then: “Declined. Mrs. Alden, do you have another one?” The room broke into laughter. “Thorne,” someone cackled, “did you forget to give your little wife her allowance this month?” “She’s betting like a queen and doesn’t even have a dime.” “If you gamble without money, the rule is simple,” another man jeered. “You sell yourself.” “For two hundred million? I wouldn’t pay a thousand for that bitch. Still too expensive.”

Lady Overseer sneered and tossed the player to the floor. "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll just have to remove the restriction." She looked down at the players. "Care to gamble with me?" Gavin's face was drained of all color. He knew this boss's mechanic. The moment she asked, "Care to gamble with me?", every player present was already locked into the round. Win, and they would live. Lose, and they would die on the spot. So far, not a single person has ever walked out of her gambling game alive.