Novel & Cerita 100% Match Book

My hands trembled as I pulled the document from the file, my breath catching in my throat. I scanned the page, my heart pounding louder in my chest with each passing second. And then, my eyes found what I had been hoping for, what I had been praying for—a staggering 99.9% match. It meant that Amara and Asher were my flesh and blood, my own children. “99.9%!” I exclaimed.

"The best option now is for you to redo your senior year with Nicole. I'll see you on campus one year from now. Nothing's going to change during this time. It's not a big deal." Not a big deal? My whole body started to shake uncontrollably. "Preston Nolin, do you know what a 626 score means?" I asked. "It's the top one percent in the entire state. "I woke up at 4:30 am and went to sleep at midnight every day. I was doing practice exams even on New Year's Day. I threw myself into studying for three straight years to get that 626, and you say it's 'not a big deal' and that I should just redo my senior year?"

8), Logan winning the match and killing his opponent (1 to 8). It was easy to see just how confident the gambling company was that the match would end with Ian defeating Logan. "I'm gonna play safe. I bet Ian wins! $3,000,000!” "Playing safe too! Ian wins, $5,000,000!" "Uh, it's not like there's anyone else to bet on. Ian, $8,000,000!"

he declared and immediately after every wolf was typing their answer at a furious pace so that they did not miss even a second of the match. “Well well well,” Samantha said in an amused voice. “With a 99% to 1% ratio, we have a resounding victory of ‘No’s winning !!!! Guess they are like trees afterall- they’ll take forever to grow up !!! Haha,” she laughed and the wolves howled mischievously in concurrence in the backdrop.

》》Jason Dutton《《 I moved my rook three blocks to the right, finalising my victory. "Check mate." My opponent knocked over his king in disappointment and gave me a handshake. The disapproval was written all over his face as he got up and left but he knew there was no point in disapproving, my victory was final. There was no way he could change it. It wasn't his fault I was so good at winning. This is fun. "We have our finalists! Jason Dutton and Adrian Markham! The final shall commence straight after the 20 minute break."

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

“And at the same time, the collection of wolves in a peaceful competition would assist in finding mates that would help with remedying our dwindling numbers.” Elder Heath was thoughtful for a long moment. “Then it is decided. We shall create the first ever tournament. All alpha and beta wolves of alpha blood would be free to compete in several games of wit, strength, speed, agility and morality. Luna Gemma will then get to choose who her perfect mate is among the top competitors. But she will still need to be turned.” “Wait, what?” Gemma asked in shock. “No, I meant, we make the pack the prize. I’d be like the biggest sponsor, not the prize? I don’t want to be a part of this! I’m h

I responded, before holding up my placard, satisfaction coursing through me as Leo gritted his teeth and looked away. “Three hundred thousand!” The speaker boomed. For a moment there was nothing, as silence overtook the room, making the ambience even more dangerous and disturbing than it already was. Leo held up his placard, his smile waning, giving way for the beginnings of a scowl to appear on his face. “The battle for this item has become tougher than we expected. Four hundred thousand!” The man yelled. Calmly, I steered my gaze away from him, and hoisted up the bidding card yet again.

Alexander Knight read the report again. And again. And again. He parsed the characters as if sheer repetition could fracture their meaning into something less absolute. But the numbers did not shift, the clinical wording did not soften, and the conclusion remained brutally, irreversibly unchanged. Probability of paternity: 99.99%.