Flawless Victory Mk Novels & Stories

ZAYN “Yo man! Shit was dope out there. Dude was real fucking pissed. See his face? Bet he'd need stitches for that split,” Rowan came into the dressing room after me, laughing as he patted my shoulder. I flexed my neck, feeling a slight crack. I grabbed a bottle of water from the table, gulping its contents in a go. “Heard he wants to double up for a rematch. Five thousand bucks on the line man. That's crazy,” he said, amused at the fact that I just won the match and that made him twenty-five hundred dollars richer.

Skyla The safe house felt alive that night, humming with a low vibration that made the walls groan and the light bulbs flicker as if even the air itself knew something irreversible was about to happen. Taylor sat in the middle of it all, wires tangled around her legs, screens cracked and sparking like broken mirrors, her fingers a blur across the keys. She looked too small for the storm she was unleashing, but she didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. “Almost there,” she muttered, eyes locked on the code spilling across the monitors. “Ramos’s slick, but arrogance makes people sloppy. He left a back door open.”

To the space where the roses still stood, silent and damning. The apartment settled into a silence that was no longer quiet. It was filled with the space between words, with the weight of secrets, with the sound of a fracture growing wider with every passing second. The celebration was over. The victory was meaningless. And the price of his moment of weakness was becoming clearer with every heartbeat: a life where he would always be a stranger in his own home, carrying a sin that he could never confess and never forget.

I didn't even pause at the door so how did he manage to get it so fast. "What you just have to know is that Kennedy's work name is swift and that is because he's fast at everything especially theft abd breaking into things. He's one of the very best at what he does, taking your phone was a little challenge for him. Anyway now that your plan failed, what is it gonna be?" "What else? Isn't it glaring you won?" "What are you insinuating Mami?" I asked excitedly, Victory sure had a pleasant taste and I was reeling in it.

At the hockey game, my neighbor Bianca confessed her feelings to the team captain, Hudson, right in front of everyone. The moment she finished speaking, someone dumped an ice-cold soda right over her head. "Look at this greasy freak. Does she really think she has a chance with our star player?" The bleachers instantly erupted into cruel laughter. I watched her soaked hair stick to her face as tears mixed with the dripping soda. I walked over and shielded her from the cruel jokes. Then I pushed through the crowd and offered her a tissue. She slapped my hand away. "Stop being so fake, Harper! You're the biggest hypocrite in this school!" The next morning, I woke up and realized I was i

The tenth time my parents flew more than six thousand miles to meet their future son-in-law, Nathaniel Prescott refused to show up. He ignored my calls and never replied to any messages. After God knew how many cups of coffee, I received an update from my best friend, Isla Monroe. Eight photos of snowy scenery surrounded a picture of two intertwined hands. The caption read: “Check-in number ten. He's perfect in every way.” My fingers curled into tight fists. It took twenty-seven calls before Nathaniel finally answered. “Where are you?” Howling wind rushed through the phone, followed by his distracted voice. “Out. What’s up?” “What’s up? This is the tenth time! My parents flew all

Feeling his fingers in her cleavage, which reached down to her lower back, made her shiver for a moment… “Are you cold?” he asked. “A little bit,” he answered to disguise it. They drove to the parking lot and Diana could admire her car. A black Maserati that sparkled as if it were an exotic jewel. Ian looked like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door for her, and for a moment they stood face to face, almost touching noses. “Come in,” he said hoarsely. The car smelled of him, of his manly perfume. Diana closed her eyes for a moment, she wanted to savor a little the chance of having found her and let herself go for as long as she could.

》》Jason Dutton《《 I moved my rook three blocks to the right, finalising my victory. "Check mate." My opponent knocked over his king in disappointment and gave me a handshake. The disapproval was written all over his face as he got up and left but he knew there was no point in disapproving, my victory was final. There was no way he could change it. It wasn't his fault I was so good at winning. This is fun. "We have our finalists! Jason Dutton and Adrian Markham! The final shall commence straight after the 20 minute break."

That was already a huge handicap and that is why I didn’t want to lose again. After five minutes, I watched in dismay as Hunter announced, “Queen D3 to C2.” He turned to me and with a proud smile he added, “Checkmate.” I groaned. “How did you do that?” He stood up from his seat. “Hunter Vaughn, Chess Master since the age fifteen!” And he bowed left, right and center. He looked so proud of himself, it made my loss even more frustrating. “How is that even possible?” I asked him. “Are you sure you’re blind?”

Her make-up was just right for the workplace, not too light not to be seen and not too heavy to make her stand out. Getting off the elevator, she walked with a gait poise, her head up, hips swaying slightly, a slight smile on her face. She looked like she was on her way to conquering her world, and with no opposition apart from the Vinca lady, who had no weight over her, she was well on her way to taking the mantle of Queen.