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Jakob, who was still on the ground, turned to Xavier, who was rapidly losing ground, “Did you think money and fear could buy loyalty? Grace has shown everyone your true colors.” “Grace…” Xavier murmured her name. It was now that he realized not only was Grace determined to leave him, but she was also vicious in doing so. She knew what he cared for the most. He wanted power, and he was obsessed with the pride of being a tier above everyone else. He desired control. That must be why she crushed everything he cared for the most. She stripped him bare to reveal his true colors to the world. “Find her! Hunt her down!” Xavier grabbed one of the soldati by the collar like a madman and barked, “Go t

It was about leading through the storm they had unleashed. He stepped forward to the silver cup, gleaming under the lights, raindrops sliding down its polished surface like liquid diamonds. The trophy felt impossibly heavy as he gripped the handles alone at first, lifting it high above his head with both arms. The crowd’s roar peaked, a wall of noise that vibrated in his chest and made his ears ring. For a heartbeat, it was just him and the silverware—the culmination of years of sweat, sacrifice, and hidden longing. But Martin didn’t want to lift it alone.

"I also want you to dump her and make her beg you not to break up with her in front of everyone." Justin smiled, asking, "Aren't the two of you best friends? You're being quite terrible right now." Natalie scoffed. "I got sick of her following me around a long time ago." "How will you reward me if I win the bet?" Justin asked, chuckling. Natalie pinched his cheek, saying, "If you win, I'll stop chasing after your best friend, Chase. I'll also get together with you officially. But if you lose, you have to help me get together with Chase."

He even threw the camera a quick wink, pulling warm laughs and louder applause from the crowd. Cleo smiled and lifted the trophy. "This belongs to you too, Rory Renaud. Thank you for loving the real me." The celebration ran late into the night. Back in their top-floor hotel suite, Rory finally sent off the last of the well-wishers. Cleo sank against the couch by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Parisle glow below. The trophy sat beside her. Rory came over with a glass of water and handed it to her. Then he sat, pulled her into his arms, and said nothing—just held her, his chin resting on her head.

I huffed. Luna Margie took a step forward. “Don’t be like that, Frankie. I supported what you did out there, and you’d be surprised by how many others did as well. Troy attempted to cheat for a false victory to save his ego. That is not someone who has honour, and is not a warrior we want to rely on in battle. Many warriors witnessed what happened, and I suspect they have lost a great deal of trust and respect for him as a result of his actions. You, however, have earned quite a bit today. You defended yourself against someone who had an extreme advantage, and you were the one who walked away after the match. He was dragged away, despite it all. Be proud of that, because I am.” Her words lef

For god's sake! "Why do you have The Cup?" she demanded. "I figured Matt would even take it to the bathroom with him. He already thought filling it with roses would make up for the past. Is he up to some kind of weird trick here? Did he pay you to come here and play some kind of trick on me?" "No trick at all." The man lowered the massive trophy he was holding. "Chad Hallowell!" they chorused. "Got it in one." He winked.

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The drive home was the longest and shortest of my life simultaneously. Every mile felt like victory. Every breath felt like peace finally settling over us after months of chaos. We'd won. The hunters were neutralized. Dr. Chen was cooperating. The alliance with Lord Castellan was solid. Grace was safe. I was grinning like an idiot when I pulled up to the pack house, still riding the high of a successful operation. Twenty-three hunters captured, their leadership destroyed, their weapon cache seized. No wolf casualties. Two minor vampire injuries.

We even spent a small fortune trying to win a plush unicorn that was absurdly large from a claw machine. When the claw finally closed around the fluffy creature and dropped it into the prize chute, Julio yelled in triumph after what seemed like a hundred attempts. He held it for a while and smiled at me. “It's mind but I think I have to give it to you.” I laughed. “Okay, I'm annoyed.” I frowned slightly but playfully. “Okay, then, let me give it to you. But remember you owe me.” He said playfully.As he handed me the pink monster he said. “ A trophy for my valiant warrior.”

Kate is alone in the Student Council office tidying up. Nate’s off wrapping things up with his manager and the film crew and saying goodbye to everybody, including his bandmates. The trophy that STEM 12 won is now in the 12-Everest homeroom, because the bulk of tournament champions is there. Kate’s classmates are all posing with it and gushing at how shiny it is.

“Let’s play Quizzzzzzz Nation!” The competition continues, heating up as the twins fend off question after question. Behind the stage, an intern walks up to the title sponsor, carrying the trophy in her hand. “Um, sir?” she says, not daring to tug on his sleeve to get his attention. “What,” the man snarls, spinning to turn his angry attention to her instead of to the woman with whom he’s arguing. “Um, it’s almost time to present the trophy?” The intern whispers. The man grabs the trophy from her and she skitters away. He could care less about Quiz Nation, it’s just another media appearance to demonstrate to his people that he’s invested in arts and culture. Whatever.