Cheesy X Trophy の小説・ストーリー

I lifted the heavy crystal trophy toward her in a clumsy wave, too full of feeling to trust my hands for anything else. Outside, the Milan evening air was cool against my flushed skin, a merciful contrast to the hot lights inside. I had barely stepped onto the pavement, still clutching the trophy like it might fly away, when I heard laughter, loud, unapologetic, unmistakably male. “Vitale pride!”

I can see Garrett in a fair few photos, but I don’t recognize anyone else in any of the photos and the ones where the riders are wearing their helmets are the most difficult because I can’t see their eyes through the visors. Garrett interrupted my train of thought as I was looking around the lobby to take me on a tour of the entire warehouse. I was very impressed with what I could see. Garrett had a whole CEO office-sized room that has a plaque on the door saying, ‘Garrett’s Trophy Room’ and inside was cabinet after cabinet of trophies, awards, shields, and pictures of him with major prizes like a cash prize and even cars.

The soft glow filled the entire space, casting a warm, almost magical expression over everything. The furniture screamed luxury. Every couch, every table, every decoration looked expensive and carefully placed. Nothing was out of order. It felt like stepping into a world meant only for the rich. I turned around and noticed Cynthia had wandered off a bit. She was standing beside a golden object that looked like a trophy, running her fingers over it with wide eyes. “Don’t touch anything,” I whispered urgently. She laughed quietly but pulled her hand back, still staring in awe. At first, everything seemed normal. Too normal. The place looked perfect—almost unreal. But something felt off.

And I was finally shining. The hall was slowly emptying as Cassey and I finished packing up the last boxes. My arms ached, but the smile on my face refused to fade. The crystal trophy sat safely on top of one of the boxes, catching the light every time I moved. My phone kept vibrating with notifications, Lumina Bloom was firmly number one trending, and the comments were pouring in faster than I could read them.

After talking it through with my father, we decided not only to keep the billion-dollar deal in place, but to have his most trusted assistant, Jenson Abbott, approach Faye with an unusually eager attitude. Faye, of course, took it as proof that her so-called socialite charm had completely won over the client. She went all in, showing off every trick she had picked up from that training program. Leaning forward, deliberately showing off her collarbone, she spoke in a sugary voice to Jenson, a man who had seen decades of business ups and downs. "Mr. Abbott, don't worry. Anderson Corporation values its reputation above everything. I'll personally make sure you're satisfied with this partnership

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

Before Leo could finish, Nico raised the golden trophy high and slammed it down on Leo's bandaged hand. "Agh!" A gut-wrenching scream tore from Leo's throat. Leo curled into a ball, shaking in pain. The bleeding, which had just stopped, gushed out again. The gauze turned red in an instant. Nico spat. "You knew my father booked the best steakhouse in Chicago to celebrate my win. He's waiting for this trophy. And you still dared to challenge me?" My vision went red. "Stop it!" I lunged forward to protect Leo, but Isabella shoved me back.

But Martin didn’t want to lift it alone. He lowered the cup slightly, turned to Damien, and reached for his hand. Their fingers interlaced naturally, rings pressing together with familiar warmth. Martin guided Damien’s hand to the other handle. Together, they raised the trophy as one—four hands, two hearts, one victory. The stadium exploded. The roar transformed into something primal and joyous, chants of “Martin! Damien!” rising from the stands in waves that drowned out everything else. It wasn’t just applause for a goal or a tackle; it was acceptance, celebration, and a collective exhale from fans who had witnessed the rawest kind of truth on the pitch tonight.

That was so him, the one thing she hated the most about him. His unpredictable nature. “The trophy.” Alexander’s voice pulled her from her thoughts as he extended his hand. She glanced down at it once more, then tossed it to him without ceremony. “You can have it this year,” she said. “They went all out, so I’m sure it’ll fit perfectly on your shelves of shining trophies.” Alexander caught it and as he examined it, she added, coolly, “Except this is the first first-place trophy you’ve taken from me in years.”

"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."