My 1000th Attempt Worked Novels & Stories

God why is she so much annoying, I frowned. “Did you really going to complete the challenge?” “How will you make Maaya fall for you?’ “Do you need any assistance?” “Robin told me about your bet with him, he is telling everyone about your challenge now”, now it’s about your prestige what would you do Amanda? And then it hit me like a high tide wave. It wasn’t a dream, it was all real and I fucking accept the challenge. Oh Gosh, I was supposed to make Maaya fall in love and sleep with her then break her tiny heart to make her life miserable. What the fuck I did?

Not with Kael watching. “Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven.” My muscles burned like fire, but I kept going. Thirty. Thirty-five. Forty. “Come on. You’ve got this,” Kael said quietly. Forty-five. Forty-six. Forty-seven. I was shaking all over now, my form getting sloppy, but I refused to quit. “Fifty.” I collapsed onto the mat, gasping for air. Fifty push-ups. I've done fifty push-ups. More than double my old record.

I quickly typed a combination of numbers but the only thing that happened were two words popping up to inform me that I’d inputted the wrong password. A tinge of disappointment crawled up to my chest but I was determined not to give up. I had come too far to do that. And even if I hadn’t, the dire urge to confirm that I hadn’t hallucinated what I saw yesterday wouldn’t let me. So I forged on, trying all combinations of numbers that I could attribute to him. By the time I made what was my eighth attempt, I was already agitated beyond control. And yet I still couldn’t get through.

The files we needed were just floors above us. But without the code, we might as well be on the other side of the world. "Marcus, this is pointless," Sophia said after my tenth failed attempt. "Just a few more," I insisted. I tried Elena's birthday, at least the year of it that I remembered. Red light. I tried the company name spelled backwards. Red light. I tried every combination I could think of. Building numbers, important dates, random sequences. Every single one resulted in the same red light and quiet beep of denial.

I left behind all that applause, cheering, and brilliant lights that had nothing to do with me. Father's private jet had been waiting outside the pack territory for some time. On my phone, Garrett was still messaging me, planning the 38th marking ceremony application. Perhaps feeling somewhat guilty, he volunteered to take full responsibility this time. "Don't worry, this time will definitely succeed. I absolutely won't make any mistakes!" I replied expressionlessly, "Sure." I knew it was impossible for there to be no mistakes. I understood Willow better than he did. Sure enough, as I boarded the plane, he sent another message. "Willow drank too much and went crazy with alcohol. She used my

All of them hated how prideful and holier-than-thou Theodore was all those years ago. That evening, all of them threw a big welcoming party to celebrate my rebirth. Because I had rarely touched the piano for a long time, I was rusty. I spent a few days practicing in the band's practice room, trying to regain my flow. Then, when I was checking my phone during my break, I was surprised to see that both Theodore and Samantha were trending online. [Genius Pianist Samantha Thompson Composes for Love! A Touching Confession] [CEO of Stewart Corporation Books Entire Venue for Love]

Somehow, I doubted it would be, but I punched in the numbers she gave. “One try left.” Beads of sweat began to form on the base of my neck. This was the last shot—if it failed, I might be locked out, and God knows how long I would have to wait before it opened again. It could take hours... days. “If it locks me out, can you please give me another day to figure it out?” She chuckled. “Cute. You have one last try to make this right.” I swallowed the blob in my throat. Something hit me—I didn’t know if it was right, but it was the closest to sentimental.

They were intelligent enough to get my number so fast. Another message popped up right before I was going to enter my name again. [You have only two more attempts. Fill in the information carefully. If you fail to give right information, your system will be destroyed completely.] This warning took me off guard, though. I remembered what my mother told me earlier. I took a risk and entered my name again, but not as Nathan Whitelock, but as Nathan Sebastian Whitelock. To my astonishment, the next message that popped out was Access Granted.

Set the timer for three minutes that feel like three hours. Please, I pray to whatever force in the universe decides these things. Please let this work. Please let my body do this one thing right. Please don't let me have survived surgery just to fail at the one thing I survived for. Two minutes pass. The test is still blank. One minute left. Still nothing. Thirty seconds. The control line appears. The test is working. Fifteen seconds. Still just one line. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. One line.

2 Billion. My eyes widened. The money was there. It hadn't been spent. It hadn't been stolen. I looked at the transaction log. Attempted Access: 01/12/2023 - DENIED. Attempted Access: 03/05/2024 - DENIED. Attempted Access: 11/20/2025 - DENIED. There were dozens of attempts. All failed. I looked at the security protocol at the bottom of the page. SECURITY PROTOCOL: BIOMETRIC LOCK (RETINA/DNA).