30 Coins Season 1 Novels & Stories

After my sister was born, my mother's love turned into a game decided by a coin toss. Mom had a custom gold coin made: the flower side stood for my sister, and the number side stood for me. For ten years, that coin decided who got the bigger slice of cake, who got a new dress, and even who went to the doctor when we were sick. But the number side never once landed face up. I cried, because none of it was fair, and Mom just looked at me coldly and said, "Your luck is worse than hers. Who are you going to blame for that?" The day my acceptance letter from the elite prep school arrived, all I wanted was a steak cooked by Mom. So I secretly swapped in a rigged coin engraved with a number on both

I ask Stix quietly and am relieved when she shakes her head. “No, I just saw the money and passport and thought I needed to get them and me out of the house as soon as possible,” Stix responds. “Cool,” I say letting out a breath. I pick up the stack of as-yet unread envelopes, grab hold of a notepad and pen and move across to the dining table so that I can work more comfortably. I hear Taylor mutter under his breath about encryptions and needing to call Henry, but I do my best to block him out.

Season 1, the first time I discovered the water was contaminated — the footage showed me holding my bowl, staring at the film of oil on the surface. My expression shifted from confusion to horror. I'd held that bowl for a full five seconds before I finally drank. The comment feed exploded that instant with a screen full of "Drink it! Drink it!" Season 2, Marcus breaking down the door. The first swing cracked it open. The second widened the gap. The third time, someone from outside sealed the gap back up. Marcus had stood in front of the resealed concrete for a long time before walking back. Season 3, Jake got "eliminated."

"There are five coins, Leah. You have two left in your hand." Leah looked at the two remaining tokens—the keys to the next phase for two more people. She looked at Claire, the girl who had mocked her heritage, and Derek, the man who had dismissed her as a ghost. The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the woods into a deep, final orange that looked like blood on the leaves. "The gate is a mile away," Leah said, her voice steady. "We have ten minutes. If you want to move, move." She didn't hand them the coins. With a sharp flick of her wrist, she tossed them into the thick, thorny underbrush fifty yards away.

Everyone was gossiping about new face being introduced as the showstopper. Just as she was going to take a step forward, "creek" Her left heel was broken making a loud sound and everyone gasped! ............................................................. oh shit! what will happen now?

The three women nod, clutching their coins nervously. "First toss!" the emcee announces. The three coins fly into the air simultaneously. They land on the ground with small metallic clinks. "Number one: heads! You're eliminated," the referee calls out. Number one drops her shoulders in disappointment and steps back. "Numbers two and four both got tails! They advance to the next round." "Second toss!" the emcee calls. Numbers two and four toss their coins again. The tension is palpable. "Number two: tails! Number four: heads!"

I asked and the other three glance at each other “I will” Zack replied and came forward “You don't have to be nervous honey you can do this” I said to him as he inserted a coin and began playing “Shit!” He curse and put the second coin “Princess this is not working” He groan and put the fifth coin “The fuck is this broken?” He was now sweating as he put the seventh coin “Times up” I said to him, “Bro trust me, this shit is broken” He said to Jade “That's was the same thing I thought

Coldly, she addressed them, her voice low: “Phoebe, listen carefully. You will get nothing from Grandpa’s inheritance!” She arched a brow, pulling out the stack of Charon coins—mock currency for the dead—and waved them playfully in Phoebe’s face. “Oh, these? They’re all yours. Nine million of them. Don’t bother paying me back.” With a wild, breathless laugh, she flicked open a lighter and spun it between her fingers, striking a dangerously effortless pose as the coins crackled and caught flame. In the firelight, everyone present thought she had completely lost her mind. ***

He was leaning over the back of the table, holding a bag now filled with whatever lunch they had. “R-Rosaria…” Boris looked at me with utter disgust. It was Keenan who reached over and dumped the contents of the black pouch onto the table. All of them stepped back as though the coins themselves held death. Smirking, I rolled my eyes. “You are all so over dramatic.” Keenan looked up at me after slowly reaching out to take a coin in his hand. “Isn’t this…this is the coin of Kharon?” “It is.” I looked back at the guy who was breathing like he’d just sprinted ten miles, uphill, in the middle of summer.

Seeming bored by what they had in front of them. "Nice to meet you," Adria started. "I'm a 'good' friend of James" A mocking smile playing on her lips. After a few seconds of eyeing each other, they both shake hands. None of them backing down. Both demanding authority. Still smiling. I was extremely confused by this weird interaction. What game are these two playing at?