Against The All Odds Novels & Stories

She walked up to me, holding her phone, grinning like she just won something. "Colin smothered your baby to death to make room for Oliver. I even recorded it. Your son fought so hard, struggling for a full minute before his little limbs went limp. Want to see the video?" I stared at the screen in horror as Baby Selwyn thrashed under Colin's hand, his tiny body jerking helplessly. His face turned from red to purple before he finally went still. My whole body shook uncontrollably. How could anyone be that monstrous, watching a fragile life snuffed out without even flinching?

they chorused. “I will pay you guys, and let you live a better life, how about that!” I tried to bribe them, but they were so stubborn. “What's wrong with you guys, I won't take long!” I yelled and got angry. It still didn't work. “Let me go, I will go home later and explain everything to her, tell her that,” I was trying to convince them, but they didn't look like that could be bought by sweet words. ********************** “Bryan the rumor is true right?” Mom asked.

"But why the hell do I feel like you are making a big mistake, Sybil. Dian Angelo does not deserve you" "I know that, but I love him, and I'm going to give him a chance. He makes me happy, so I have to do this". "But why the rush... You both are already in the news, your relationship..." "That wasn't planned at all. It just happened and now everything is spiraling out of control, but we both decided that since we are already in the limelight, we will use this chance to file a case against my parents... Father can not become the president before we do, and judging from the statistics, he is really close to winning" I explained and Zach finally met my gaze, and he looked really hurt.

Kevin replied sarcastically. “Oh right! It has been a month and a half since then!” he continued as if a bulb light was suddenly turned on. “I’m afraid you will win the bet in the coming month. Ugh! Then I have to buy, I thought I can get one free.” Kevin still blabbering in disappointment while chewing in between. “Hahahaha! Where did you even get the nerve to challenge me? You’re such a loser? So why?” Jacob scoffed at him.

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

It disintegrated under me, collapsing into a heap of ash that blew away on the wind. Another shape blurred into my peripheral. Donna's voice cut through the clash, "Left!", and I ducked without thinking. A silver-edged spear whistled past my head, driving through a corpse's gut before Kael yanked it free. "Hold the center!" I barked, shoving forward. The enemy's advance was steady, their steps perfectly in sync. They didn't tire, didn't break ranks. It was like fighting the tide, you could cut it down, but it would just keep coming.

“You have no idea the kind of trash you’re dealing with.” “I have a pretty damn good idea,” Logan shot back. “And guess what? She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. You? You’re nothing but a bunch of bitter assholes jealous that you’ll never have what she has.” The room became silent all of a sudden. Brian’s smirk slipped. Kate’s eyes narrowed. Even my father looked slightly thrown. Logan didn’t stop. “She’s smart. She’s kind. She’s loyal. Everything you people wouldn’t recognise if it slapped you in the face,” Logan said, his voice rising. “And if you think you can come in here and tear her down, you’re wrong. She’s not alone anymore.”

Let Cecilia cling to her title, to her ring, to the cold shell of a husband who lies awake whispering another man’s name. Let the world believe their perfect story. I’ll wait. I’ll play the long game. Because wars aren’t won in one night, they’re carved over months, years, until the enemy forgets what it feels like to breathe without fear. And Elliott Wilde? He’s already losing. He just doesn’t know it yet. I light a cigarette, exhale slowly, and watch the smoke curl into the dark like ghosts rising. My vow settles deep, steady, unshakable.