Cheesy X Trophy Novels & Stories

It was the one he proposed to Lu Weiqi three years ago. Blake picked it up, looked at the shelf aside, and put the trophy on it. There were a total of seven trophies. All the trophies in his racing career were present. The next day, Miss Susan went to the study to clean up. Jessica pretended to go into the study to look for books and glanced at the desk. The paper box had been thrown into the trash can, and a trophy was added to the shelf. Jessica came to the study many times, and she even arranged the books on the bookshelf in order. She knew clearly about the decoration inside. She recognized at a glance that there was an additional trophy on the shelf.

The smile on his lips became intense. Even if she didn't turn around, Christy could feel his intense gaze on her back. She couldn't help but grab a bathroom towel and wrap it around herself. " Do you... Do want to use the bathroom? Then you can use the bathroom," As she was about to step out Tony's next statement stop her in her track " Do you want to see your trophy?" He asked her. Wondering what he meant by his statement she asked, " What trophy?" Christy raised her head in confusion and saw that Tony was slowly beginning to take off his shirt. Christy scream with one of her hands holding the bath towel wrapped around her and the other covering her eyes. " You beast! Why are you suddenly u

The way he looks at me, and the way he approaches me like I pose no threat, I could as well be a child holding onto a stick. “What are you going to do with that? Bash my head in?” He makes a show of bending down, getting closer to my height. “Will this help?” Fuck him. I walk backwards, towards the other end of the room. The trophy is not as useless as he is making it sound. It weighs at least a couple of kilos, and it’s pure metal. And the far wall of his soundproof game room happens to be made of glass. Even better, it’s overlooking the front of the mansion. There are a few people out there at the moment.

“You know, back in college, I was a legend. I won the ultimate sportsman award every year. I was basically the best at board games.” I raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “Oh really? So you were the king of kings?” “Exactly! I even had a trophy shaped like a giant checker piece. It’s in my trophy room. I’ll show you sometime. It was a masterpiece!” he said dramatically. His voice softened, a hint of sadness in his smile. “Isabella hated it, though. She said it was just a glorified paperweight.” I nodded sympathetically as we continued the game. Maverick made a bold move, capturing three of my pieces at once. “And just like that, I’m still the champion!” he declared triumphantly.

That small, easy closeness struck deeper than he expected. “Yvo! Group photo!” another teammate called, holding up a phone for a selfie. Yvo nodded and stepped closer, his grin automatic now, almost mechanical. He raised the trophy high for the photo, the golden light catching on his face. From a distance, he looked every bit the image of confidence and charm, the perfect MVP. But inside, something sharp twisted. After the photo, he excused himself, saying he needed to return the trophy to the coach’s office. No one questioned him. Everyone else was still caught up in the post-game energy, snapping pictures, laughing, already planning their next stop at the festival.

Penelope’s POV Debbie waved her trophy in Tommy’s face, bouncing so hard her shoes squeaked on the pavement. Her red hair whipped around as she jumped. She flashed her gold medal in Tommy’s eyes. “See? I told you we’d beat you!” Debbie yelled, grinning from ear to ear. She held the trophy higher, making Tommy step back. Tommy’s face turned the color of a fire truck. He stomped one foot hard on the ground. “You only won because your ice cream uncle cheated! He broke all the thorns! That’s against the rules!”

Took my time. "Yeah. You can't hide anything from me." Something in my voice landed wrong. Her heart clearly skipped. She forced a smile. "I added more sugar this time. It should be sweeter. Try it." I didn't answer. Just stared at the cake in her hand. Maybe too much time had passed. The chocolate was already melting. Just like whatever we used to call love—messy, wrecked, beyond saving. "I'm not really hungry. Let's put it in the fridge."

Since Beverly and Chelsea tied for first-place no one won or lost the bet. The first place trophy was gold with The Oasis signature in statue form on it. “I knew you were a shoe-in,” Derek said proudly and kissed her cheek. “Thank you, but I still can’t believe I won,” Chelsea said with a big smile. “I can,” Catherine said with a grin. “I would like to take you away for a private celebration, Mrs. Dawson. If that’s all right with you,” Derek said. “Well, I would love to, but I am here with –”

POV: Blake --- The trophy was lighter than he expected. Not in the metaphorical sense. Physically. The actual base was some sleek composite, and the whole thing barely weighed more than his tablet. After all the blood and breakdowns, Blake thought the win would come with more… heft. But there it sat on the table. Glossy. Silent. Gleaming beneath the soft light of Ave’s desk lamp. They’d won. Officially. Top prize. Top team.

Announcer "Now let's begin, the trainer to take the third place in the league is Kurt who showed his specialty of training Psychic type pokemons, congratulations" Kurt walked forward as the lady handed a Bronze Trophy to Goodshow. Goodshow "You did well young man congratulations" Kurt lifted his trophy and showed it to the crowd as they clapped for him. Announcer "Second place goes to the beautiful Assunta who fought with hard work and determination to earn her this place, Congratulations" Assunta walked forwards as Goodshow hands her over a Silver Trophy to her, she hugged it and raised it high in the air as a round of applause could be heard from everywhere