The Gambler Novels & Stories

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.

Everything glittering with dragon gold and vampire glamour. Dragons run The Inferno. They run most supernatural casinos. Patient, calculating, rigging every game just enough that house always wins. They've been perfecting probability manipulation for millennia. I'm here because I need distraction. The frame's planted, evidence is aging, but I can't spring it yet. Need another week minimum before it looks like I discovered the theft naturally. The waiting's killing me. So I gamble. I head to the roulette table. Ten other players, mix of supernatural. Two vampires, three werewolves, handful of fae. Everyone here has money to burn or debts to ignore.

Everything went too quickly, he himself couldn’t believe his eyes. Charlie was always losing to Andre because the cards in his hands were always weaker than Andre’s. Of course, this was all thanks to the dealer. No matter how Charlie played, the dealer made sure he would lose. Charlie, for his part, played the role of a gambler who had lost his mind perfectly. His eyes were crimson and he insisted on continuing without regard to how bad his cards were. He kept throwing money in, screaming, “I don’t believe it! I can’t continue losing like this! I’ll definitely win as long as I go on!”

“Him? Hmph. He’s a military man. I even heard that he was a delivery boy before. Do you truly think that he knows anything about gambling rocks, a pastime of the rich and the affluent? Something like this is way out of his league. How could he have ever come across it?” “I’m just asking. What if he knows something?” Tanya rebutted, an awkward smile on her face as she did so. “Something like that is truly a rich person’s pastime. A regular family would never have the means to dabble in it.” Fane’s lips curled into a wry smile. He opened the door of Tanya’s sportscar when they reached it. “Basically, gambling rocks are a gamble on the inside of a rock,” he said. “A single cut will make or brea

In his experience, he never encountered like Joshua before. Joshua has two win and the boss has one won. “tch! If I lose this match, I can’t face the other gambler owner anymore. This game was live broadcast to all the underground casino worldwide! So I don’t want to lose from this gigolo boy!” he gritted his teeth and panicked.

That night there were only two other gamblers at his table: a bleary-eyed anesthesiologist from Denver in for a medical convention, and a nattily dressed silver-haired exec who was the only one putting serious money into play. Peter was $600 down, pacing himself and languidly drinking a comped beer. With a few hands to go before the shoe got reshuffled, a young rangy kid, about twenty-two, in a T-shirt and cargo pants, planted himself into one of the two empty chairs and bought in for a grand. He had shoulder-length hair and a

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

There were hundreds, even thousands of them, and every single one was full of insults aimed at me. "We trusted you!" "You were the one who told us to keep fighting, and now you turn around and take money from the Romano Famiglia!" "You promised that you would help us, so what's the meaning of this?" In that instant, a heavy silence settled over the office. I stared at the screen for a few moments before lowering the tablet. Dante hadn't changed at all. He would simply upend the chessboard if he found himself unable to control the match. I raised my head, speaking with a clarity that ensured everyone present could hear.

Don't fantasize about making money in crooked ways. "You gambled, didn't you?" He said righteously, "I am an old man. So what if I lose? I've got a few pieces of land at home, and I can feed myself till the day I die. But you're different. Once you are addicted to gambling, you are doomed. Gamblers barely win. Do you think you can earn money from casinos easily?" Chelsea was at a loss for words. Although what he said made a lot of sense, she kept having the feeling that he was playing double standards here.

"That's exactly what I said." "Great minds." "Great bodies too," He looked me up and down. This guy just heard me say I was engaged and was still hitting on me? I like it. Reno's POV "Anyways," Nelson started. "Reno, why do you think you gamble?" "It's dangerous and thrilling. I had a lot of money that I didn't know what to do with...now I don't have any" "Was it worth it?" "It must be since I still want to gamble. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. When things get to be too much, it brings me comfort."