Cheesy X Trophy の小説・ストーリー

“And with that, comes the end of today’s event. As a representative of the students in the academy, I hope that all of us will excel in becoming amongst the best Hunters in the world. Thank you.” ….. People flooded out of the main hall and were chatting amongst themselves. Some yawned in disinterest and some were very high in spirit as if they received some kind of inspiration. Matthew came out staring at his trophy and certificate. The trophy was small but its design was very unique, like an ellipse with star on top and in the middle of the star was the academy’s logo. A golden template that wrote “Best Junior Hunter” at the base of it. Matthew almost couldn’t believe that he was holding th

“With 1,534 points, we have Coverstone.” Two of the teenagers went to collect their trophy and took their spots. Apparently, Coverstone took second last year as well. “With 2,711 points, we have Nightshade.” Shock rocketed through me that we had such a high lead. We sent Molly and Tyler up to collect the trophy. You could see the pride radiating through them. Shit. It was radiating through all of us. Our people did fucking phenomenally. It was great to see how hard everyone worked.

“But, just to be on the safe side, I'd like to have an extra man on patrol for the next couple of days.” Carter nodded. “That's fine with me.” “Why do you think those kids tried to steal this?” Brian asked, picking up the trophy and handing it to Carter. It was a nice little trophy. It had a good weight to it, and the sculpture of the car cast in some sort of fake golden metal was certainly pleasing, but it wasn't worth much. It was also fifteen years old, so any worth it did had was long evaporated. The title of “Best Car Design, Carter Williamson” decorated the bottom. It wasn't the dollar value of the trophy, but that it was the first step he'd taken to starting his business that was valu

Mc exclaimed making the contents of the hall quiet again "And well, for our General champion. Held by "The Highlight High School!" shouted the Mc making everyone immediately excited. Alice came forward and waited for the champions' turn to be called back. They're done get the trophy handover ceremony and all concerned. Alice, Logan and Xander immediately got into their car. After handing the trophy to the headmaster. And after their two weeks off, the three humans immediately disappeared.

I swung my other hand and slapped Leah so hard that her face swelled on impact. “Did you forget everything Mom and Dad taught you? How dare you cheat with your own sister’s future mate!” I grabbed Leah by the hair and shoved her aside, then turned and hit Dylan again, who was still in a daze. “Dylan, we’re done. “Our mating alliance is over!”

Either way, if he wasn't gonna open it then I would've. "What are you going to do with it anyway??" Ivan asked, hurrying in the room behind me as he glanced outside for any sign of a fake Ivy. Guess they can't acquire the most recent memories or maybe that shapeshifter is dumb. Ohhh! Ivy is dumb so that's why he was dumb as well. Problem solved. That was easy. "Melt it. Grab those silver trophies." I ordered him, carrying the silver shield which was quite big. The room was filled with a variety of trophies but mostly there were silver ones and this is the exact plan of mine. I knew the school won't disappoint me to use it for my own tactics.

Stace whispers in my ear with a kiss to my cheek. I nod, distracted by sugar momma and her boy scout who just had a huge tongue kiss in front of everyone when she won. Ew, God, some people are such show ponies. I watch Stace approach the man across the club. He shakes his hand and they begin talking. My concentration goes back to the table and I watch as sugar momma loses a cool fifty grand. Another man seems to be cleaning up, though. A waiter approaches and she smiles as she takes the champagne from his tray. “I’m out.” She smiles in her toffee accent.

she says, a scowl on her face. "First of all," he responds. "Let me tell you the definition of a trophy. A Trophy is described as something gained or given in victory or conquest especially when preserved or mounted as a memorial. Or young, attractive woman who is the girlfriend of a rich and successful older person and who acts as a symbol of the person's social position, I don't know which of those two descriptions you place yourself under. Though I should think that if you go ahead and marry Marcus, you will very well fall under the second description..."

With the thrumming music, Javier waved about the WCOTY trophy fervently, looking a little hysterical with joy, It was when Quinna and Trevor were both distracted that he purposely let the trophy slide from his hand and break it. The trophy was not made of alloy—the material was unknown, but it was pretty fragile. It shattered like a vase once it met the floor. The moment the trophy shattered, something tiny slipped out of it, and Javier stepped on it swiftly. After he did so, Quinna and Trevor looked down at the shards in a stupor. After some time, Quinna exclaimed in disbelief, “You prodigal man. We have two trophies left now. How are we taking photos when we go back!?”

I burst into tears and was struck with the realization that my parents were the only people I could trust in this world. I thought about all the times I had fought them for Wayne, and overwhelming guilt drowned me. Dad seemed to see straight through my thoughts. He affectionately ruffled my hair and offered me endless understanding and tolerance. … A week later, I met Mason Frost, the heir to one of Jynxwood's elites. I had heard a lot about him, but back then, I despised marriages of convenience, which were built on interests and gain. I had been determined to find true love, only to end up paying for my mistakes in blood.