The Gambler Synopsis Novels & Stories

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?"

During the argument, the gambler sneered and said: "I heard you got married. Your wife is that girl from the Hemingway family clinic, right? If you won't give me money, I'll just ask her for it instead. I'm her father-in-law. You think she'd dare refuse me?" That single sentence made the already weakened Zack completely lose control. He lunged at him like a madman. However, how could he possibly beat someone desperate enough to kill without hesitation? It did not take long before Zack was pinned to the ground, beaten until he was covered in injuries. Even then, he still refused to let go of him. "If you dare go near her, I'll kill you!" Those words completely pushed the gambler over the edge

“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?

However, Candice further fuels his enthusiasm, convinced of his substantial wealth. The dynamics of gambling change one's perspective. Initially, Roger experienced victories, prompting him to escalate his bets, but eventual losses left him with only half of his initial fortune secured in the bank. Until an insatiable desire to recoup his losses consumed him. Over time, Roger's interactions with Candice dwindled. Yet, the compulsion to return to the casino persisted, fueled by the allure of high-stakes gambling and the company of his affluent friends. "I'm in need of a financial boost. I'd like to borrow some money from you to continue playing. I plan to have my wife transfer the funds," he e

"The day her father came to the casino and lost his money in the games, you gave him quite an amount and he left. I was curious about him. I'd seen him come back time and time again despite his losses. His wife would even come to take him away, crying and begging him to stop gambling and drinking. I thought he was pitiful and didn't deserve a wife like that. So I sent my men to follow him to see what type of man he was, where he lived and what he did. Turns out he was accosted on his way back home by a gang he owed. They beat him up and took the money from him. He was going to give that money to his wife. He returned to the casino the next day to beg. He wanted to tell you he had lost the mo

He placed it against the guy’s throat. “Ten more seconds! If you don’t give me the information I want, I will finish you.” “I will talk, sir, I will tell you!” The gambling addict was so horror-stricken that he almost came apart. “Two weeks ago, in a nearby city, I… I broke into a villa and stole the gold bars from there.” “Take us there.” Ash was still holding the knife against the gambler’s neck. “Sure… no problem, sir!” After bidding Kazuo Inagawa goodbye, Ash and Tyr followed the gambler’s lead and drove all the way to the next city. Ash had scared the sh*t out of this guy. He simply didn’t dare to lie to the duo.

"The late Mr. Jones had a gambling addiction, and as a result, he slowly lost his company's money. To make up for it, he gambled away your house, hoping to make up for everything he lost, but he finally looked at it. Then a wealthy older man offered him at the casino. He lent him a sizeable sum of money and used it again for gambling without hesitation, winning. On the house and the land, he redeemed the winnings. However, he persisted with his gambling to recoup the mortgaged corporation. Mateo borrowed it from his borrower and agreed to return it when he received the older man's money. Mateo Lombardi was someone he indeed regarded as a friend. And to make matters worse, he owed him a lot o

Without saying anything, she passed Chu Xun, and was about to kick the male gambler. The male gambler made a strange cry and tried to jump onto the table with his feet stamped. However, as soon as he rose, his ankle was caught by the female gambler and he was thrown out. "Bang!" The male gambler flew away and smashed on a gambling table, making a deep sound. One could feel painful when they only heard the falling sound. "You crazy woman, are you serious?" He sprang to his feet and shouted while rubbing his arm, feeling painful.

In the middle the two women went at it, both bleeding already, neither of them showing any sign of stopping. I should have kept walking. I knew what I was the second I slowed down, because I have known it a long time. I am a gambler. Not the kind who does it for fun on a holiday. The kind it's wrong with. I had it before my father died, before the business went bad, before any of the things people like to blame. I couldn't watch two of anything go up against each other without needing money on it. Cards, horses, which raindrop beats the other one down a window. Didn't matter. The need was the same every time and it never once asked whether I could afford it.