Against The Odds Novels & Stories

“I know you don't like me, and I know you and River are more than just siblings. Still, there's no way the two of you can get married, and River isn't completely opposed to being with me. “I bet I can steal him from you whenever I want. Wanna wager on it?”

We got no better truth than that". "James, you don't understand," I said, scratching my head aimlessly. "I am a man". I know what it feels like to have something you know you have and yet can't get. You know my father owned a big water company before he died, I was young and lost my mom at four. My uncle took everything from me. I grew up in an orphanage like I had no home or family because they took every goddamn penny my papa had. I couldn't fight them so I left them spending the money that's mine. I got no evidence to fight. But you Alex, you've got the whole evidence right before you, don't let anyone chain you away from what's rightfully yours. Not the stranger calling and not even your

Delilah glared at Malfred on mentioning the last part. Malfred's face was as white as sheet, he didn't think that far, he fucking didn't even expect Delilah to carefully calculate the odds of that happening. "That won't happen." Malfred assures. "That's why the engagement is being annulled, you could sue me for defamation of character by association. Your engagement to Fiona isn't beneficial to me at all." Delilah says with no emotion.

I need to be strong. I need to be strong. I tried to motivate myself but I failed miserably. I was able to mask a brave face in front of him but the image of him staring at me with anger was flashing in my brain continuously and each time it flashed, my body shivered. Playing against the devil is not an easy task.

~Logan’s POV ~ The cold night air bit through my jacket as I leaned against the wall outside. My knuckles ached where they’d grazed against the concrete during the fight earlier, but that was the least of my worries. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath, but the weight in my chest was unbearable.

Hoping against hope that nobody has beaten her to that. At the same moment someone is also making the same plan. just like her and they are bound to clash.

“So this is the kind of woman she is? If I were a man, I wouldn’t want her either.” The room erupted into laughter again. Then, Finn set his glass down on the table and asked casually, “Want to make a bet?” “Another one? Fine. If we win, you break up with Sophie.” Finn’s voice turned cold instantly. “Who said you could use Soph as a bet?” On the other end of the phone, I listened as he effortlessly reshaped the wager. The bet became whether I would run off with him at my wedding. Sophie could not be used as a bargaining chip, but I could. He had used me as a setup, gambled on a hundred times already.

I explain. "Oh okay." Mom said as she thought about it. "To be honest, I don't see why. I mean, it's obvious he really likes you. I see the way he looks at you." I was beginning to feel uneasy. I really wasn't comfortable having this conversation with my mother. It was a bit awkward. "Well, he has been through a lot in his past, so it's still not easy for him to make a big step like that." I explain. Even though I really wanted to be his girlfriend, I was being patient because I understand.

"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.

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.