The Gambler Novels & Stories

“I’m not joking. I really have AIDS. The last time I went to the hospital, I was actually inquiring about my own condition.” The entire venue erupted into chaos. Guests scrambled to leave. Meanwhile, Nicholas shoved her away, causing her to fall hard to the ground. “You freaking tried to kill me?”

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

I said feeling a bit greedy. I should have noticed but I didn't. I just stood still, staring at the 250$ in my palm them the man's face. I don't know how it happened or how I did it. I just know I quickly picked up the ring and put it in my mouth immediately the door burst open. Reflex, I guess? 'Just the hot man with the booby tattoo face' I tried to assure myself. Flashing him a nervous toothy grin as he walked toward me didn't help. Soon, I felt his warm breath on my head, breathing like a dragon ready to vomit fire. He looked at the dealer for a while and back at me.

his anger was gradually brewing. "I am sorry but it isn't what you think" she heaved "I just want to be sure of your standings. I your wife and the man I married is a honest man, I want to know if you were coerced into anything illegal" "You have nothing to worry about. I am still the man you've always known, and I promise to stand by you and our baby girl without compromising my status and integrity" James was many things, but an honest man? He had given up integrity when he vowed to change his financial status as a younger. Now, he has dined with the devil.

”Come on… Come on…” Charlie leaned over the long table, his eyes crazed as he watched the dealer's movements. The dealer placed his hand over the dice cup, his voice stirring the gamblers, "Any more bets? The odds are thirty to one now." As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man with a scruffy beard shoved most of his chips forward. "Damn it, I'm all in. Worst comes to worst, I'll con some more out of my old lady's funeral fund." Others, eyes reddened, quickly followed suit.

The dealers would let them win on occasion to keep them interested, but not too much. They were in the business of making money, after all. Some gamblers didn’t even need the incentive of a win to stay in the game. Being the addicts they were, the mere hope of winning kept them glued to the game until one of the bouncers had to throw them out for their violent behavior. Gage probably should feel sorry for them, but he had to feel sorry for himself first and foremost. The Armageddon was one of a chain of highly successful casinos owned by none other than Romero Bartolone.

Now, this was the best way to get him. “Let's go?” I asked and one of them stammered, “We don't have as much” “Doesn't matter. It's all for the fun” Again, the crowd went haywire. Now, everyone was interested in what was going on. Soon, the game began. It was a tough one, and I know why. Marcus had spent half of his life in this bar, doing nothing but gambling. He had nothing he called his own anymore, as he had gambled them all. What an idiot.

Following a smooth and effortless landing, they immediately ran in the direction of the gambling addict to seek him out. The scene stunned the surrounding gamblers. The pair ran out of the casino at top speed. It was drizzling outside. The gambling addict’s movements were as lithe as a swallow as he ran about wildly on the busy roads. Only someone with a guilty conscience would display this kind of tension and distress. His attitude made Tyr and Ash more certain that this gambler must have something to hide. Seeing how he had shaken off his pursuers at an incredible speed, he must be someone who had trained professionally in parkour. Having specifically chosen an escape route with a variety

He leaned on his motor and began to read. Dear Gangster, Lucifer Cuenca, the name of the man who received and I am not ashamed. A lot is being stoned about me being a Psycho and Weirdong girl. I've been seeing you at school for a few years but you just talked to me too. I will never forget how we started talking.

She stepped back away from the machine and turned to face him, “Angelo, I’ve been coming to this gym for eighteen months and working with my personal trainer. I don’t come here for you. I don’t care if you were embarrassed Friday night. I didn’t ask you to come. You showed up on your own. Now if you don’t mind, I want to finish up and get back to work.” He stomped his foot, “you left with that man Friday night. My father told me you only fucked him to get him to buy your business and you’re a gold digger. You’re nothing but a whore who sold herself to get to a bigger paycheck. I got lucky to escape you.”