Who Wrote The Gambler Novels & Stories

“Double? You couldn’t pay the first dime, and now you’re spouting fairy tales about double?” The one with the cigarette snorted, smoke curling around his face. “Word’s gotten around, Carter,” the gun guy chimed in, a cruel grin splitting his face. “You’ve been gambling like you’ve got gold stashed somewhere. Lost every penny, didn’t you? That’s the ‘other stuff’ you’re talking about?” “No, no! That’s not true!” Carter cried, shaking his head frantically. “I wasn’t gambling! I... I was just trying to double my money so I could pay you back all at once! I thought—”

Some smiled, for they had bet big, and others cursed even the twentieth generation of the distributor. - "Now we know I'm really unlucky. With your permission, sir" Lora commented, with total indifference, and started walking away from the table. His job was to oversee the cocktail's progress, not guarantee the players victory. - "Wait" the man muttered, and then grabbed the redhead's wrist before she could pull away. - "Some problem?" she turned to him. - "You made me lose a lot of money here" the gambler complained, and his smile had lost half its interest.

He was an experienced gambler himself, and seeing Sean exchange two hundred billion rupiah worth of chips at once made him feel as though Sean was delivering the money straight into his hands. "Sean, don't be so reckless," Bambang warned. This was the mindset of every gambler. When they won, they couldn't stop. When they lost, they only became more desperate to recover their losses. Natalie was the perfect example. Just to win her money back, she had even threatened to make her daughter divorce her husband. "That's right, Brother-in-law. Save some of your money. Don't bet all of it," Jennie said worriedly. As for Natalie, she was secretly delighted. No matter what happened, she intended to t

Alaric's POV Marcus had come from a long line of gamblers. His great grandfather was a gambler, his grandfather was a gambler, his father was a gambler, his mother and grandmother were also gamblers so it's no wonder that Marcus fell into gambling as well. Due to his addiction, he had gambled away his family house,.his furniture and even himself. I had found him years ago while he was in a cage, treated like livestock and meant to fight like a wolf under people's scrutiny and entertainment.

The boss tried to play dirty and said arrogantly, “Don't think that you can win money from me by playing some tricks.” “Oh? Aren’t you the one playing tricks the whole time?” Philip asked quietly. “How else can I make money?” The boss said smugly but immediately regretted his words. He was surrounded by a group of frenzied gamblers. Someone rushed over with a shout but was stopped by the men in black and thrown out the door. Philip thought inwardly that these gamblers were not strong enough, but someone strong enough would not have the time to come here and gamble anyway. Philip took a step forward and said, “Give me the money today, or I'll destroy you and your casino.”

Photos of Garry. How was he able to collect all that in just a day? "I should write a story about this man, Todd... Garry... Whatever..." The writer in him sees a story in this whole scenario... Weird. That's why he's helping me out? Because he'll get some ideas for some thriller book? "So, tell me. What do we have?" "He's not even Todd Gamble..." ****** *********

I discovered it by accident, from a document that was slipped while I was visiting his office and I ended up reading them. Ciel Casino. A casino designed to defraud gamblers of their funds. Everything that transpired there was a trick of the light. Father was a cunning man who opened the casino to both nobles and commoners. Every time a commoner or aristocrat who was lower than him won a gamble, he would take their money by force without exception. Of course, if the threat was unsuccessful, he would assassinate the individual without leaving a trace. He was never found guilty because he wasn't the one who got his hands dirty. In his own way, he is clever.

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