Flawless Victory Mk Novels & Stories

“Fuck your damn wife and her awful taste.” Matt swung the door open, walking confidently across the large meeting table filled with personalities from all over the world. He looked handsome and perfect in all sides as always and it didn’t help that he was so modest with it. It made the women fall for his sharp and precise moves. Despite all the opportunities that came his way, he was faithful to Stella and he never prized lipstick and high-heels over her.

It was Saturday so families were around, it was mid afternoon and they'd been led to a table that had an outdoor view. They had seafood and pasta before finally heading to Ikeja city Mall's cinema where they watched whiplash. "Oh Allah that was the best movie I've ever watched and I'll ever watch." Amirah said as they trudged out of the cinema, it was early evening. "What did you think about Fletcher? I actually think he was an asshole." Muhammad said as they stood on queue in front of an icecream stand. "I don't really know about that, I think he had good intentions though." Amirah said.

“yes, that one’s pretty fresh,“ I replied my tone lower, “ what about it?” She nodded, releasing a soft grunt, “you know disappointed I was at your clumsiness at the Launch party, you lost a golden opportunity. Breaking Camera? Really Mckayla? That is a reporter’s baby, you protect it with your life.” I nodded, sighing as I leaned back, having had heard it all before. “At least I thought you did lose the golden opportunity.” My eyes snapped up to hers, eyebrows drawing together, “w-what are you saying?” I stuttered, heart ramming within me.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

Watch out" Chimamanda screamed at Mildred who faced the road and dodged a bus that she almost hit. The vehicle swayed and collided with a fast-moving Trailer. "No..." Chimamanda hollered at the top of her voice, a pitch that could make someone deaf. The Windscreen shattered into pieces, and Mildred hit her head with great force on the steering, part of the shattered windscreen struck into her chest. The windscreen shattered on Chimamanda. The shock was too much for her that she blacked out. A familiar voice was calling her "Chimamanda" "Jean wake up it's a dream". She woke up to chidinma tapping.

The scorer of the winning goal was paraded by school students who were already busy mingling with the team. The captain and some teammates were talking to Alec, and Bella with the coach came over. In this happy atmosphere, Bella couldn't hide her concern for her boyfriend's condition. Alec smiled, Bella didn't know what to say. Can't say complain when Alec's knee hurts. Alec's happy smiling face made her feelings mix with emotion and anxiety. "We won Bella!! I'm so happy... We won!” Alec cheered with joy. Bella tried to smile. "Yeah, we won... You're so great!"

He didn’t quite know where his strength had gone, he never felt this drained no matter how exhausting his matches were. He made himself a cup of tea with automatic motions and felt the eyes of everyone in the room. He took a sip and felt much better immediately. His mind had come out of its panicked state. “Is there any chance that the selection made by the government system could be redacted and a selection made again?” he enquired. “I think everyone was expecting Prince Sebastian’s marriage partner to be female.” Camilla’s jaw was tight when she replied.

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

Right before the competition, her buggy program wiped out all the work they'd done for weeks. Nicole's teammates were so mad that they actually went after her. Mark jumped in to protect her and ended up in the hospital with broken bones. Meanwhile, the international judges were so impressed by the hidden bug in Nicole's code that they turned it into a bonus challenge. Since I was the one who'd designed it in the first place, I solved it pretty easily, and I even uploaded the solution on an academic forum. Within hours, it spread everywhere. [Damn, that's genius! I didn't even know it was possible to solve it that way!]

“This is it — the first real victory. Not a confrontation, not a direct strike, but a win nonetheless. It proves we can shape the game, force reactions, and survive while doing it.” Madison smiled faintly, still exhausted but elated. “We finally have something tangible. A foothold.” I nodded, feeling a rush of determination and confidence. “And now we know. He’s not invincible. He can be influenced, manipulated, predicted.” --- That night, I reflected on what victory meant. It wasn’t about defeating him outright — not yet. It was about proving we could adapt, survive, and strategize effectively. Every hesitation we observed, every flaw we exploited, was a step closer to leveling the playing