Novel & Cerita Cheesy X Trophy

"The system has detected a prospective host, Rowena Hurst. You have met the conditions for the Infidelity Cashback System. Would you like to activate it? If you do, whenever your partner spends money on his infidelity partner, twice the amount will be transferred to your bank account." As I stared at the cheating couple who were all wrapped up in each other's arms, as if they were alone in this world, I agreed without hesitation. "Yes. I'll activate it. I want him to pay through the nose—until he goes broke!" … When Michael got home that night and saw the empty dining table, he frowned. "Why haven't you made dinner yet?" Swallowing back my anger, I faked a smile and said, "Well, it's Valenti

made it retain the charm of teenagehood. It felt good to be in here getting even the slightest glimpse at what his life looked like as a boy. Countless trophies hung off the shelf on the wall and after reading the description on each, I concluded Lucas was a nerd, a sexy nerd. Most of them were from interstate challenges and high school competitions, while a few of them were won internationally. "You keep these here?" I was no science genius, but if I had a shelf full of trophies from high school I would keep them right in front of my bed, so they would be the very first thing I got to see every morning.

As Zara thought back on one of the rare happy memories, her usually icy expression softened with a faint smile. "It was just a stuffed toy," she said lightly. "It's not like I can't afford one. Don't get so hung up on it. Come take a look at the gift I got you." She snapped her fingers. A moment later, several people walked in carrying a massive trophy made of solid gold and set it down in front of me. "Here's to you winning the championship again next season. And about the ring… I'm sorry. Think of this trophy as my apology."

We got a six foot long cheese burger,and the blues got a middle sized one. I had hoped for a medal,but the burger doesn't seems that bad. "We won yeah,in your face bitches." Tin shoves her middle finger in the air. Yup,we did won. With all the hard work,and the Clif jumping if we hadn't won I'd have killed some body's child. A loud growl cuts through the wood, and the whole camp becomes dead silence. That's a fucking growl, a fucking real growl... "Is that?" I slowly ask, not minding my half complete sentences.

He held himself oddly as we embraced, flinching slightly when I squeezed him. ‘You’re hurt!’ ‘Shhhhh… it’ll heal. Don’t reveal my weakness, babe. We’ve won, but it’s going to take time for everyone to feel sure…’ I was about to send back to tell him it was stupid to worry about that—but he nodded over my shoulder and whispered, “Look.” I turned to find Troy, no longer a tiger, standing in a circle of young wolves looking very uncertain as they rushed to him, cheering and high fiving, gushing over what he’d done and who he’d taken out.

Kary squeals in delight. Mr Cruz lifts the trophy which is made of glass from the coffee table, kisses it then passes it to me. Kary's school went all out with it and I'm impressed. The tuition fees are more than enough to make me comfortable for a few years without me working so it's only right that they put effort into everything they did today. "Put it on her trophy shelf." He says. "It should be with you, daddy." "Nah, I've won many trophies and awards when I was your age. I don't need any more for now." He shakes his head. "This is your first trophy so it's yours."

“Since when did you get so good at advice?” He smirks, shaking his head as he takes the bottle back. “Don’t get used to it. This is a one-time thing. And fuck, maybe the bourbon is talking more than me. But listen, you’ve got a chance here to be something other than just Domenico Dragonetti’s ruthless, trigger-happy son. You actually like this girl, even if you’re too stubborn to admit it. Stop fighting it and maybe things won’t feel so fucked.” I exhale slowly, rubbing my jaw. “When did you become the wise one?”

Cheesy asked, smiling as if nothing could break her. “You’ll be someone else’s mistress,” Daryl replied, his eyes locked onto hers. “A man named Roy.” Cheesy froze. Her face stayed composed, but her heart sank. “Roy?” she whispered almost inaudibly. “Yes. That fat old man has been after a woman like you for a while now. I need his business cooperation—and you’ll be the bargaining chip.” Every word sliced through Cheesy’s dignity like a blade. But instead of anger, she laughed. Softly. Bitterly. Her eyes stared blankly ahead.

Dave pressed his lips together as Reece’s admiring words drifted to him, and unconsciously, his mood lifted. “Dad—can you give me one? Just one trophy!” Reece turned suddenly, looking at Dave on the bed, her eyes glistening with hope. Dave frowned, his narrow eyes flashing with a seriousness that made Reece shift uneasily. “Dad?” Dave spoke in a deep, firm tone. “Why? You’re only three years old—already wanting rewards without working for them? Do you think trophies come for free?” Reece reluctantly set the trophy down, her voice earnest and sincere. “Okay… when I grow up, I’ll be as great as you, Dad. I’ll win lots of trophies too.”

Knowing he had misunderstood, I could not be bothered to explain. I simply nodded. As Ethan recalled one of our rare happy memories, even his glacier-cold expression softened into a smile. "It was just a stuffed animal. It's not like I can't afford one. Stop dwelling on it and come see the gift I got you." He snapped his fingers. A moment later, several people carried in a solid gold trophy and placed it in front of me. "Claire, here's to another championship next season. And I'm sorry about the ring. Consider this my apology."