Mk Flawless Victory Novels & Stories

Is that it? " Roger that was not in our deal. " Maverick speaks up. " I don't care about the deal... So it's just a one-match, It's going to be you or me... Whoever wins will get Grace... " I growled at him. " I'm not some kind of a trophy to win Roger. I'm a person too... My heart only belongs to Aldrik... There is no way I'm going anywhere with so stop this. Stop- " " Grace! " I shout her name when that bastard Maverick slapped her.

She had handled a political landmine flawlessly, carrying herself like a true, intelligent Queen. Down below, the crowd immediately began chanting Maverick's name, loudly praising his victory. Left with absolutely no choice, Maverick had to force a rigid smile onto his face and respond to his pack members with tight, friendly waves. His commanders quickly circled him, throwing arms over his shoulders in congratulation, and my mother rushed down the stairs to join the huddle. Seizing the chaotic distraction, I wrapped my arm tightly around Zlata’s waist and pulled her back inside the privacy of the palace, shutting the heavy doors behind us.

His jaw tenses, and his eyes narrow slightly, a possessive and unmistakable jealousy flashing in his gaze. "Vance?" he repeats, his tone carefully neutral. "Who's Vance?" "He's Mommy's friend," Makayla explains cheerfully. "We met him today. He's really nice! And strong! He beat up all the bad guys and protected us." "Yeah!" Maverick adds. "He was like a superhero. He didn't even shake, and he still won!" Xarion's expression hardens even more, and I can see the tension radiating off him even through the screen.

Arthur always looks good in whatever he is wearing, needing very little effort to make himself presentable and tonight is no different. Victory looked like a shimmering fairy, her make up making her skin glow and accentuating her features excellently. She looked fragile and yet stunningly beautiful. And standing proudly beside her, Arthur's tall and chiseled build made him look like a dark and mysteriously attractive predator who has smugly claimed his prize.

Hitting it like the professional she was, even if Maverick tried to catch up with her, it would be too late. With this, Valencia swung her golf stick, and her play was very smooth. Maverick smirked at Valencia and picked up the golf. To Valencia's shock, Maverick hit the ball perfectly. However, the most shocking thing was that Maverick's hit was perfect, and he kept building par. By the time they receive the scorecard, Maverick won! Valencia’s eyes widened and her body shook; she fell onto the ground feeling like crying a river. She had proposed the bet; how come she was the one who lost? What type of sad fate is this?

' I mumbled under my breath, smiling sheepishly, with a high-spirited Meghan by my side. Malik finally won, and his blind eyes were glittering with pride. Our eyes also glittered with pride; this was not only a victory for Malik, it was a victory for us. Because if Malik had not won, I'm damn sure that by now we would be getting tossed around playfully, and trampled upon as per our new title — the slaves of Phoenix pack, brought in by the famous Alpha Alexei, as the proceeds of successfully battering Malik in a groundbreaking war. But thankfully, the reverse was the case. This was also a victory, that'll surely send a stern message around the pack, and would strongly make these folks uphold

My cheek pressed against his chest. “That’s it.. we nailed it, Ena,” he murmured into my hair, pride dripping from every word. I pulled back just enough to glance at Zain and Olivia.. That smug smirk? Gone... I almost smiled. Almost. But instead I lifted my chin and turned away, because they weren't worth it. Especially Olivia.. But seriously, is this how the taste of victory feels…I loved it. The board blinked again, sealing it in for everyone to see.. Final score: Us - 24.

She just sat there holding her perfectly fine foot as she surreptitiously grimaced Claire and Hunter standing lost in each other's arms. It seemed like the world had blanked out for them. They didn't even realize that it had started raining again. 'Devour your victory, Claire. It's your first score against many of mine. Congratulations to you. But don't let happiness get to your head and increase your confidence. This victory is going to be a short-lived one.' Zara heard the sound of a car's engine cut-off and prepared to weep more. Tears weren't going to be a problem provided the heavy rain. She exercised her facial muscles as she would be needed to make crying faces to show her melancholy.

She failed , I made a comeback, I won, I proved to the world that my worth was not measured by just a few compromising pictures. My eyes welled up with unshed tears , a deep fruity scent hit me, making me scrunch my nose . It was the same as Claire's perfume , the one she wore when she spiked my drink , “ let's celebrate your little wins” she had said . A bitter taste spread through my tongue , the feeling sipping down to my heart. Little wins ? And with just that , she drugged me , took photos to her satisfaction and uploaded them . My fingers hung mid-air , my gaze on the delete button, it was the last picture of us. She wore a pink dress and a blue princess tie. Her features were delicate

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.