Wager Island Novels & Stories

Ella replied. “But the cruises or ships arrive here only once every several years. It is a marooned island of werewolves. Occasionally, few humans come to visit the island. We werewolves have our own boundaries, and we try not to intrude into human habitation, and that is the reason that we don’t have our own ships and cruises to move outside this island.” The chauffeur said. Alpha Gabriel got annoyed as the chauffeur seemed to speak a lot, according to him. He didn’t like speaking much. He preferred to speak only when required. He looked scornfully at the chauffeur, who kept his mouth shut immediately. He knew how short-tempered the Alpha was.

Raya muttered as she looked at Lucas and he reciprocated the smile. "I have been trained by you all to bring more wealth to the pack and inasmuch as I wanted it to be a surprise, before I hand it over to Lucas, I would love to bring to you all notice that I also had a Casino which is also under construction alongside a big spar, all located in Hawaii. After the election, politicians would love to rest and enjoy themselves and having built all these, we'll be able to raise back all the money I had spent on setting them all up!!" I muttered in a low tone as I stood up from the wooden chair, holding the files and they sent the right handed guard to come take the file from me.

The wager of 600 million Wyverna Dollars was astronomical for the four Gambling Kings. Despite their title, they were not filthy rich. Their reputations were so tarnished that the world's four major gambling cities had blacklisted them, leaving only second-rate cities like Phoenix City as barely acceptable havens.

My GPS had led me to the bridge that connected to one of the islands just outside of Miami, but there was no way this was the right bridge. “This can’t be right,” I said, as I checked the address for the second time. I looked out across the water to a small body of land called Virginia Key. Massive mansions decorated the top of the hills. It was by far the most prestigious area in all of Miami. This wasn’t just a well-to-do part of town. The people who lived on the Virginia Key were a different kind of rich. They weren’t millionaires. They were billionaires.

"I'm not the type to play tricks on someone who looks problematic like you, Miss. So mind if I hear you out why you wanted to deal with this wager collaboration with me?" He even leaned down just to level his face into me. I shyly looked away. "I have a lot of payments to fulfill and my necessities in living need to be solved as well. And this betting stuff you offered was the most convenient way for me to look for money." He then stood up firmly as he motioned his hand to me. "Hm, your reason is somwhat considerable to take this risk of gambling." "Let me introduce myself by the way." I gazed at him when he said that. "I'm Mezakiel Art Soren. Your reliable conspirator in this Wager Collabor

Jack exclaimed as he sat at the edge of her bed. Time flew so fast, and they were already at the venue. Tomorrow would be the wedding, and now, Dalmi could feel the jitters. At first, she couldn't understand why Carden had to choose Lagen Island, a place in Palawan to be the venue of their wedding when it was too far, but seeing how it looked right now, she realized because it was too beautiful.

"All right, what's the wager?" "The wager is straightforward," Fay stated coolly, her face devoid of emotion. You should formally apologize to me if the scenario isn't what the maid stated. However, if it turns out that what she claimed is accurate, I swear that I will never again appear in front of you or your kid. I deserve nothing less than the worst outcomes if I break my word.” Lara believed that Fay’s proposal was precisely what she wanted after hearing it, especially the part about never again appearing in front of her and her kid. Lara instantly accepted the wager after having that thinking, saying, "Sure, it's a deal then."

Non-natives are fair game. It was hard to tell which side was better. No one would intentionally give out their bad side when campaigning for something. Despite that, I felt that the werewolves were a more stable, balanced group. I could trust them. “So, what kind of alliance do you want?” “We shall protect you, family and property. In return, you let us invest and buy shares and give us a longer access to the resort than werewolves. Less screening for our kind. Nothing much really. We just want you on our side, and not theirs. We don’t get along very well. Besides, if this opens, you will be the richest family in town, fetching more revenue than most establishments. That will mean people on

When my 520th flight touches down, I find my girlfriend—someone who has never once picked me up from the airport—waiting for me there in the terminal. Lindsay Shire is holding a bouquet of air-freighted roses and a velvet box with a diamond ring sparkling inside. The moment she drops to one knee, a collective, stunned gasp ripples through the crowd. We've been together for ten years, and this is the first time she's ever indicated that she wants to marry me. Pretending to keep my composure, I slip the ring onto my finger. My voice trembles as I say, "Lindsay, we—" But she suddenly laughs and glances to the side, one eyebrow arched smugly. "I told you he'd say yes. I won the bet. Hand o

If they clung to a man like him, they would surely gain a lot of benefits! “Keep going, keep going! Babe, what do you think we should wager on this time?” Harvey laughed wildly, arrogance written all over his face. The Islander smiled. “You must be really lucky, Mister. You should just go in for the kill. Go all in on Triples.” “Your winnings will be increased twenty-four fold if you win wagering Triples.” “You’ll be able to take 1.2 billion with you…” She gave Harvey a coy look as she spoke.