Against The Odds Novels & Stories

There are miscarriages, accidents may happen. - Right you are. What about my other question? Adam did a quick turn with his head making sure nobody would hear him. - I can help you with that too. All I need is a little time? - How long? - Not too long, maximum a week is that ok with you? - It is perfect. - Now tell me the big picture. Why this hatred against Rita? - Long story short, I hate her for her existence. - Then if you want me to help you will have to promise me that you will not hurt Rita in any way. Do we have a deal?

“It’s really just us and them now.” A strange heat spread through me. Of course it had come down to him in the end. His team still had the raw power advantage. They got five warriors. Better sponsor gear. Better supplies. Better everything, honestly. And all we got were brains, nerve, and just enough insanity to keep going. Defeating them would be an almost impossible task. But we were too close to our dream to give up now. “You still think we can win?” Odin asked quietly. I didn’t even pause. “Yes.”

No one believed Frank could win, and the odds were stacked to an impossible height against him. And anyone who bet on him was basically suffering brain damage in their eyes!

"Do you think these things matter to me? I'll say it one last time. Get out. If you don't, I'll call the cops and report you for trespassing. My groom has connections, and he's on my side. Just wait until the cops get here." I watched her call the police. Before the call connected, I turned and walked away. I didn't take any of the gifts with me. But I hadn't gone far when they were thrown out like trash. "Filthy things, filthy person," she shouted. "Take everything you touched and get out of here." I picked the gifts back up. In the end, no one really held a grudge against money. I had taken a day off and booked a flight. I'd already lost enough financially.

“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.

Nothing but the echo of a memory. At eighteen, these same two men had fought over the chance to have me as their partner at their coming-of-age ceremony. They had tripped over each other planting roses in my honor, hoping to win my favor. Now, their devotion belonged to someone else, and my heart had long since gone numb. I refused to watch Lisa pretend to be kind. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t marry either of you scumbags, nor would I ever let you be associated with me,” I said coldly.

"You shut up too." What a wonderful relationship they must have, I thought. It's true I'm not a betting man, but it's not because I don't know how. Just the opposite. I prefer more, shall we say, challenging wagers. I couldn't let the insult pass. "Okay, name the odds and the stake." "Twenty bucks. I give you Opponent U. plus fourteen." "You call that a bet?" "What you looking for?" "Give me odds, not points. Five to one."

“The ones who need to put a stop to everything is all of us who were born here. An outsider like you can’t change what they don’t understand.” “You’re wrong!” Rae shouts completely taking me off guard. “It’s you all who don’t understand!”

She couldn’t be sure what’s on his mind. “If I win every single match, I get unlimited kisses for tonight.” Ugh. So, that’s what he’s thinking! She immediately shook her head. “Nope. I don’t agree to that. With your strength, it’s almost impossible for you to lose. That’s not a fair bet.” “Why not? Is it my fault my opponents are weaker?” “Don’t push it. I’m not agreeing to that.” He grinned once more, “But you did agree to my earlier bet. Let’s do the same for your third match, then.”

With their situation, each of them could not even defeat one opponent, let alone ten. The probability of a reversal was practically non-existent unless they could regain their strength. Even though he knew that their odds were slim, Niccoli would still like to have fought their opponents. “Nike could have, at least, lent me his sword to try…” He softly muttered. “Even if he lent it to you, the odds that we would win was less than fifty percent. Rather than gambling with this fifty percent chance, we should try to find ways to save ourselves instead.” Jace casually said.