Cheesy X Trophy Novels & Stories

Alonzo settled beside me, both of us staring at the paused video like it might change if we glared hard enough. “Does that mean you both lose?” Ivanis asked around a mouthful of glazed donut. “I think we both win.” I shrugged and leaned over my friends to grab my own sugar fix, then unceremoniously climbed into Alonzo’s lap because that’s where I belonged now, apparently. His arms automatically wrapped around my waist like they’d been designed for that exact purpose. “I only have one trophy though.” Daphne held up a tiny golden matchbox car that probably cost three dollars at a gas station.

At that moment, Leander presented me with the trophy. “Faye, my darling, I did it! Look, this is the trophy…” “Oh… my babies…” I heard Mom exclaiming beside me. I took the trophy, my mind still blank, and could only say, “It’s a beautiful trophy.” Many people around us laughed, but it was a kind laughter. Even Liam, usually so stern, was laughing. I laughed too. Leander continued, “If this trophy represents my honor, then half of this achievement is yours, Faye. It’s you who gave me back my strength…”

"I think Max deserves a special toast. Without him, we wouldn't be celebrating tonight. He was really useful in securing that victory." Chad beamed, oblivious as always, raising his cup. The whole room erupted, cans and mugs clinking in a chaotic symphony of drunken cheers. Clover started weaving through the crowd toward me. When she reached me, she tapped her glass against my beer can. The ring of the glass was sharp, but her voice, as she leaned into my ear, was a low, vibrating sound that made my blood boil. "Meet me in the back in five minutes," she whispered. "I have a private trophy for the MVP."

All the tears I had once struggled to shed, tears that never came, were now returned to her in full. - After hesitating for a moment, my senior couldn't hold back anymore. "Chris, is that why you agreed to withdraw from the competition back then? To help her company get through a cash-flow crisis?" Jenna snapped her head up. She looked at me, then at my senior, before lunging toward her. Her expression was twisted, and her voice was hoarse. "What are you talking about? What withdrawal? What cash-flow crisis?!" "You didn't know? There was a competition years ago. If he had entered, with his talent, he would've won for sure. He would've had the chance to study abroad. A professor even flew in

Lanvin POV The trophy was heavy in my hands, the metal cold against my palms, but I barely felt it. The weight meant nothing. The victory meant nothing. My teammates were celebrating around me, their voices loud and excited, hands clapping my shoulders and back. Jeff was saying something about how proud he was, how well we had played, how this victory would cement our reputation. But his words washed over me without sticking, without meaning anything beyond meaningless noise. "Here," I said abruptly, shoving the trophy towards Markus. "Keep this safe for the team. I need to go."

Give your captain some space for the trophy ceremony! As the wild festivities came to a halt, Harris's florid mug emerged, decorated with a paternal grin of such unashamed love and pride that it temporarily alleviated Caleb's nagging existential dread. "Well I'll be triple-banded," the craggy war dog of a coach grumbled in his signature gravel growl, "but it appears I have in my possession a certain hunk of metal meant to commemorate the return of an empire to its ruling class." The extended "State Memorial Trophy" gleamed under the high beams, as if it had just been fashioned from the cosmos' burnished center. Even the slightest reflection off the engraved chalice felt like a laser etching

the psychic idiot said. I inspect my masterpiece, not even believing that I did all this in just four days and that the results are great. Each wall has glass shelves where I placed the various trophies that Hunter had been collecting, minus the ones in the bathroom where I hung his medals. And in another corner, there’s a metal rack where I put the team jerseys he exchanged with other players. Everything is lit by small flashes of light. In the middle of the room there are two pedestals, one of a picture with a gold frame that shows the both of us with the Barcelona T-shirt taken by photographers; the second one is on the other pedestal and is his trophy for Best Player in the World and bet

Mahira felt exhausted with all the emotional roller coaster she had just now, she felt weak and was quiet They all walked out of the booth to where they had first met, Tazz walked with a trophy in his arms as well as by his arms, looked like he won both the trophy and Pam, who clung to him like a cling wrap. Mahira twitched her lips, Tazz came to a stop before Mahira, he searched her pale face and knew something was amiss, she looked away.. not before he handed her the trophy, 'he was her boss, wasn't she supposed to hold his things?'

My big mouth may end up saying a lot, making us get into a conversation only for him to end up saying something hurtful. "You have a zip on your mouth today, huh?" I force a smile and follow him as he leaves the room. He's done showing me all the rooms in this house except one. The Trophy room. Trent stands at the door. I find it strange that he does not open it or show me inside. "This is my trophy room," he says sternly. "It's out of bounds!" Rule number 4! Clean each and every room except The trophy room... "Yes S-" I'm about to call him sir. "Yes, Trent."