Cheesy X Trophy Novels & Stories

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.

Opening envelopes, unfolding papers, making quiet comments about utility bills and dealership receipts like we were helping a friend move, not going through the aftermath of a death. Rowan was the first to find something that actually made us stop. He pulled out a battered metal trophy from one of the deeper boxes, the kind schools give out for participation rather than excellence. The little gold-plated figure on top was caught mid-jump, basketball tucked under one arm, and the plaque read, "Most Improved Player, Willow Haven Youth League, Age 10." Frank’s name was etched into it in slightly crooked letters. Rowan held it up like it was buried treasure, an eyebrow raised in perfect mockery.

Burying the bitterness I felt, I smirked and said with feigned indifference, "The machetes got rusty, and some people ended up being trash. You were right. When it's time to get rid of something, I should just do it. Don't apologize, Michael. You should be congratulating me instead." The salty sea breeze was a little chilly, but Michael's gaze was unmistakably fiery as he looked at me. We stood there in silence for some time before a knowing smirk formed on his face. "Congratulations are indeed in order. Congratulations to you for ridding yourself of your depressing past and stepping into the next stage of your life. I should be congratulated as well." Confused, I turned to him and asked, "W

Sianna said and introduced each one to the relevant Alphas. “Each Alpha is responsible for ensuring that your team adheres to the rules and will stand the consequences of breaking them.” I gave the reminder. “You said that the trophy will be different this year?” Virgil inquired. “The trophy will be a 24-karat gold of a large oversized wolf in the center, surrounded by smaller animals such as a deer, a boar, a cow, and a bear,” Blayne explained proudly. It was his idea. He said that it would show that wolves were the dominant species.

He asked, “Are you sure? It would have been yours -” “Maybe some things aren’t meant to be. They say you can’t have it all,” Carlos said. His eyes shifted to Kate, who was preparing his dinner in the small dining area, and said, “Maybe my best trophy this time is getting my girl.” “You are right,” Alexander acknowledged. “Then.” Raising his trophy, he said, “I’ll keep this.” “It’s yours,” Carlos laughed. After the two friends chatted about the championship, Carlos said, “You know, seeing you play, I earnestly fear I’d compete against you one day -”

Fay, your lip gloss is smeared!" Atrix informed me. "Wait! Don't click yet..." I said to Toben as the rest of the team grumbled playfully. I made to search for my lipstick in my white D&G bag, but Atrix dug hers out in a flash and handed it to me. I wiped off the smudged lip gloss with the tissue Becca handed me before applying a fresh coat on my lips. I flashed Atrix a smile, Atrix a member of the team named Beatrice but prefer to be called Atrix which sounds cool to me.

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.

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.

“Because they stop making money.” Her eyes moved toward the trophies. “And despite all of these…” She gestured toward them. “Your talent isn’t the most profitable thing about you.” Lucy suddenly hit the shelf with her fist. Several trophies tipped over. One fell against another, and a few crashed onto the floor. One rolled across the room and stopped near Calix’s shoe. He didn’t move to pick it up. Lucy looked directly at him. “You’re the face of this franchise because you have the biggest fan base.”