Cheesy X Trophy の小説・ストーリー

And when he does, he quickly snatches his trophy from the girl and comes walking towards us, strangely his expression still nervous. " Congrats Dude ! ", Ethan squeals and hugs him first, patting on his back. Gavin can't hug him back cause he is holding his juice box and trophy in his both hands. I reach to grab the trophy. It's a small beautiful golden statue of a basketballer tossing a ball. But Gavin doesn't give me. He has an iron grip on it. " Congrats ! You played so well t..today.", I say and smile at him as he pulls away from Ethan. He smiles back at me and opens his arms. I quickly hug his sweaty body and pulls away laughing as he mutters a quiet 'Thanks dude'.

After every match, within two days, that writer would post another story. In just a few months, they'd racked up hundreds of thousands of followers. *** Final match of the spring season. Joel and his team clinched victory—3:1. As Vespera's owner, I stood behind him, watching as they lifted the championship trophy. Chad glanced back. "Boss, join us for a photo?" I nodded, stepping forward. The only open spot was beside Joel.

“Big Brother Yang Xiao, I don’t want it anymore. Looking at it reminds me of the grievances I suffered!!” It was a trophy that she had painstakingly exchanged her acting skills and the hard work of the production crew for over a long time, but because of someone, it had become synonymous with disgrace! “I understand!” Yang Xiao raised his hand, and the trophy fell from his hand to the ground. Slap! The shiny golden bear trophy fell to the ground and shattered. As the trophy was smashed, almost everyone was stunned! Many people shouted in their hearts, "F*ck, if you don't want it, you can give it to me! Why did you fall?"

He gestured to the clothes I had unwrapped on the bed. I nodded. He nodded too. “You know the trophy you were holding...” “Yeah?” “Arjun won it for being in the top 10 most successful businesses owned by a young person.” “Really?” My eyes widened. “Yup, that was his first trophy. He then went on to winning many more trophies after that, including most useful business awards, America's big youngest business owner, and another award about being the hottest CEO or something.” As he spoke, I watched how his smile never left his face.

ZACK’S POV The stadium was filled with athletes, their family and friends and the huge crowd of audience who were deadly excited to see their beloved athletes perform their best. They all were hell bound on cheering for their favorite athletes at the top of their voices. Various announcements were being made about the sports venues and finally, after a long wait, the championship trophies were brought up to the stage for display. The Championship trophy was a huge golden colored one which was similar to the Zonal championship’s symbol. It was the symbol of unity, sportsmanship and victory. Winning this trophy could become an athlete's honor of earning what he deserved!!!

Cheryl came in bearing a trophy, smiling as brightly as Jules was. Caroline looked at the trophy and saw the words "Rosebow." "What's this?" she asked. "You said you weren't joining the Rosebow Contest when I asked you last time, but the trophy's already here now. Were you planning to surprise us all?" Caroline accepted the trophy and repeatedly checked that the name on it was hers. Perplexed, she said, "But I didn't send in a design." Jules grinned and said, "Don't act humble, Ms. Evans. The trophy's right here."

Charlie remained silent beside me. Troy grinned and leaned forward, planting his hands on the table and splaying his fingers wide. “You’re a cat, aren’t you? Quick and sly. And a little mean. I like that in a woman. I hope you’re the sort to recognize a real winner when you see one. Because I’m about to wipe the pavement with your boy toy.”

I know he also wanted to do the same but his hands were also bound. As the cheers echoed around me, I savored the moment, brimming with triumphant joy. The team members made me stand in the middle as a collective cheer erupted. We raised the trophy high above our heads, the weight of our combined efforts palpable in the gleaming metal. Our pictures were clicked and we posed with the trophy.

Like a trophy, won and displayed for all to see. Rory's eyes scanned the room, searching for Julian. She spotted him across the way, laughing with a group of people. He caught her eye and smiled, raising his glass in a silent toast. Rory smiled back, feeling a familiar sense of unease. She knew that smile, knew the way it could charm and disarm. She had seen it work its magic on countless people, including herself. But as she looked into Julian's eyes, Rory felt a spark of something else. Something that looked almost like... guilt.

“Always yours.” No rings. No trophies. Just two people who’d walked through hell and chosen each other in the light. His trophy. His war. Hers now.