Who Wrote The Gambler Novels & Stories

The result was one-two-one. As small as it could get. The man froze. His face went blank. He looked down at his hands. Not a single chip left. Everything was gone. The dealer noticed and gestured to the men standing nearby. The bodyguards understood immediately. They grabbed the gambler by both arms and dragged him out of the casino. They threw him onto the cold ground outside. “Gary,” one of them spat, “if you’re broke, stop coming here. You came flashing that check like you were some big shot.”

"Sure, you've given me some. But baby, what good is that tiny bit of cash in a city like this? I lost it all ages ago..." I could literally hear her hypocritical heartbeat accelerating as she lied to my face. "When exactly are you planning to stop gambling?!" I glared at her, my body trembling slightly from a toxic mix of sheer fury and extreme physical weakness. My wolf whimpered in pure despair, while my heart felt nothing but a numb, bottomless well of disgust. "Just until I make a comeback! The second I draw a good hand and win back everything I've lost, I swear to the Moon Goddess, I'll quit for good!" The distinct, crazed greed of a degenerate gambler flashed wildly in her eyes.

They saw how that ‘little rat’ lured the aristocrat to bet on everything he had and then in the end flipped the game with his win. “Aigoo, yeaaah, how much it is,” the perverted gambler gasped in his drunken voice and gathered the money and a paper. After that, he lost half of his money in later rounds, but still, everyone liked playing with him. When they both exited, General Jun got up, “Let’s follow.” “General, again?” Jiang got annoyed. They noticed his drunken steps getting steadier and he was going to a certain faraway corner. He took some food on the way.

the female gambler asked curiously upon hearing the male gambler's words as if she had forgotten the fact that she had kicked the man away just now. The male gambler snorted coldly and got up from the ground. He walked to a mirror on the wall and looked at himself. "Fortunately, fortunately, I still look handsome." After saying this, he looked at the female gambler and said in an upset tone, "Before I met this brother, I was the number one. But now, since I have met this brother, I'm only the number two." The onlookers all felt speechless. Chu Xun could not help but smile.

Forget about killing him, even if he were to spend the rest of his life earning money, he would never be able to earn such an astronomical sum. Therefore, the only hope was to make another bet with the gambler. Although the gambler could indeed refuse, what if the fool was stupid enough to do something stupid? Then the people in charge would have a chance to turn over again. The gambler was also obviously stunned. The nature of gambling dogs made him nod without thinking, but fortunately, the remaining reason still occupied the initiative of the brain. "Give me 32 million first, and I will continue to gamble with you." The person in charge panicked and took out all the deposit and all the mo

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

But this man can never be mine. He’ll get bored and I’ll end up like all those other discarded women. I can’t show him how I feel. I have to protect my heart. He will trample all over it. My lips move. Words tumble out of them. Trite words. Words that have no meaning to me. “Allowing a gambler into your establishment and letting him gamble on credit is like taking an alcoholic to a bar and telling him to help himself.” He gives a short bark of humorless laughter. “You really don’t know your husband at all, do you?” My mouth opens and more trite nonsense pours out. “I know he needs my help.”

Gamblers addicted to the vice had no sense of kindness, loyalty or pride. They would do anything to get their hands on money to fuel their addiction. They would have no qualms about cheating or betraying even their loved ones. It was not uncommon to hear gamblers stealing their elderly parent's last savings or selling their wives into the prostitution in order to raise funds to continue with their gambling. His cousin, the addict, was the best candidate they could get to turn the burning hatred his dad got for Nathan to fuel that of Nathan's death.

He leaned closer and said in a mocking tone, “You might want to stop sneaking around with that guy called Steve. You’re lucky Thames is too busy drowning in debts to notice. If he ever finds out you’ve been cheating all this while, not even money will save you.” Lucia’s eyes widened. Her heart skipped a beat. Cheating? Lia gasped. “You..how do you even know about that?” The man smirked. “We know everything. You should be more careful, Lia. We don’t just gamble for money; we gamble for information too.” Lia’s hands shook as she said, “You’ve got your money. Just leave me alone.” The gambler smiled coldly. “For now.” Then they both turned and walked away, leaving Lia standing there, breathing

"Every one of us knows very well what gambling is, luring people into depravity and driving them to commit crimes, and even though our media and our government have repeatedly publicized what a bad effect it can have, there are still countless people who are attracted to it! I don't know how you guys feel about this, but I, for one, can't stand it anymore!" The lawyer pointed to Murong Cheng, "See that man? No matter how well-dressed and elegant he looks, he can't hide the fact that the casino he runs is squeezing people's hard-earned money all the time! Even if I say that that splendid casino is made of the flesh and blood of countless gamblers, it's not an exaggeration!