The Gambler Novels & Stories

"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.

“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?

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.”

he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Georgina found herself entranced by the scene unfolding before her. It was her first encounter with the game of Poker, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the meticulous arrangement of the table. The dealer expertly positioned the cards, ensuring every detail was in place. A small sign caught her eye, bearing the words "Table minimum bet: five thousand euros." It was a stark reminder of the high stakes involved in this game.