The Gambler Novels & Stories

“An idiot with a problem. If he doesn’t pay today, then he’s a dead idiot and won’t be my problem anymore.” Jerry Harrison is everything wrong with the world—drugs (not purchased by us, because he wouldn’t be able to afford a fraction of them), booze, and a good dose of gambling. Last night, he decided my casino was the place to test his luck and my patience and not the first time either apparently. Ran up a tab he couldn’t pay. Thought he could walk out of here smiling. CCTV never lies, and my patience disagrees. Smug bastard right now—but not for long. Definitely not for long.

I turned my eyes into slits to him. "Y-You know! It's not bad that you'll do the part of ending up with Aspen instead of me," I said with a fake smile, avoiding his eyes. I sounded so weird but I don't want to meddle up with Aspen anymore. Mezakiel stirred his juice drink. "If you'll listen to yourself clearly, I'm certain that you'll even shut your mouth for days." I widened my eyes on him but he still leaned his head on his hand. "Miss Karin Ruiz, there are no rules in the gambling that the main player shall do all the process to win. May I let you know the real concept of this gamble?"

she stuttered? “You're not getting a dime from me if you don't tell me what's going on” I growled as she stared at me for a while. “I'm a gambler, I gambled and lost and ran off, but now they're back, and they want their money, or I might risk losing everything and everyone I know” “You're a gambler”

I lost it too long ago. “Please—” I pulled the trigger and watched the light leave his eyes. His body dropped to the ground like a sack of tomatoes. Blood splattered onto the creaking, rusty floor of his crappy as fuck house. I could practically smell the stench of his poverty. This was what gambling did to you. It eats you up from the inside-out and leaves you a shell, a hollow of yourself. Worst of all, you can't stop either. The devil would always be on your shoulders, whispering sweet promises of double abundance. Urging you to take that risk and when you do, he’d leave you alone, crackling in laughter as you fall deeper and deeper into the dark hole of despair.

one of the lackeys greeted him, stepping back with a bow. Sylvester's eyes scanned the room with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Who's betting with me tonight?" he asked, already settling into his seat, ever the confident gambler. A murmur went through the crowd as an elderly man was pointed out. He was an aged man who must have spent his entire life gambling, a notorious gambler by the looks. "I go by the name Casio, the unbeatable poker face." The man said with a wicked grin. Sylvester led out a loud chuckle, underrating the old man already.

A gambler would hold onto the hope of winning it back even if the interest was through the roof. Wilbur was the only real gambler there. His fate was sealed when he entered the basement. The gambling continued. Kenji and the three gamblers started to make high-stakes bets, continuously raising the stakes. Wilbur was driven by his eagerness to win money. His gambling spirit was ignited as he aimed for a big comeback. However, after a little over an hour, he once again lost two million dollars.

Bruno brought out a stick of cigarette, which he lit immediately, handing it over to Corbin who took it from him, placing it between his lips "Who's your best card player here?" "uhh, you wanna gamble?" Bruno asked, chuckling "Grassfinch, that is his name, always in a black mask, I have wanted both of you to play together, but you haven't been coming for a while, and Grass Finch is not here yet, he would soon be here. I am sure of that." Bruno started, excitedly. "Grassfinch, he his a crazy gambler, they call him the king of gambling in this Casino...He his a weird guy...."

"I have a house, a wife, and a daughter. My daughter is only 16 this year." "If you win, all of them will belong to you. Otherwise, the rest of the debt will be written off. What do you think?" The gambler glanced at the person in charge and found that he looked pretty good. Naturally, he would find a wife who was not much worse than him. As for their daughter, humph. Thinking of this, the gambler smiled and glanced at the person in charge. "I'll play with you." "Okay, then let's make a deal."

I pulled the massive pot toward me as Leslie slapped her hand on the table with a proud grin. “I told you, my man doesn’t disappoint,” Leslie said, knocking on the table, her voice loud with satisfaction and a proud smirk on her face. Gambling is my thing—it’s like I was born for it. It runs in my blood. I’ve never failed, not once. Flo’s sugar daddy, a balding, hairy, and heavyset man, stood up with an angry expression, fuming at his loss. 'Stupid fucking old man,' Ghost said in my head.

(eg when Damon speaks, the format will be as this: Damon ~ “Evening Amber.” Let me know what you think, of Gamble With My Heart. Gamble With My Heart is a winner in the Chapters Interactive Stories Writing Contest in 2020. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* Whatever you think might be real. It is not. Only a fool believes foolish things. You are only as good as the game that you play. And right now, the game is on you. For every single thing that you have ever done to another woman has just come back to you. Karma is a bïtch, and you have been bitten.