Odds Against Me Novels & Stories

“We don’t know if I’ll even get in. And even if I do… that doesn’t mean we’re over.” I look up at him. “Doesn’t it?” Luca’s grip on me tightens, his voice firm. “No. Not unless you give up on us.” I want to believe him. I really do. But between my family’s expectations, the arranged engagement, and now this.. it feels like the universe is throwing every possible obstacle in our way. But Luca is still here, standing in front of me, refusing to let go. I close my eyes for a second, taking a slow breath. When I open them again, I nod. “Okay.”

“Is she taking a gamble? The odds are one to 15.” “I’m also betting on Philip Clarke to win, five million!”

"There are more than a thousand endings, but we only emerged victorious in one of them. Our odds of winning is one out of a thousand.” Those were incredibly low odds. However, Adrian knew there was no turning back now, and he would take whatever odds were in his favor. "Even with the help of these people, you're miles away from defeating him. You have another plan in your mind, don't you?" What do we do now?" Rozi asked.

The people in the office area had nothing better to do, so when they heard there was something exciting happening, they all gathered around. "Luna, what are the odds?" Luna rolled her eyes and smiled cunningly, "If Mia wins, the payout is 3 to 1. If Maria wins, the payout is 5 to 1!" "Wow!" Someone immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Luna, are you giving us free money? Although I don't like Mia, she is professional. I bet on Mia, one thousand!" Everyone thought that Luna was giving them free money. Mia had been in this company for five years. Although her character was not great, no one doubted her professionalism.

The odds update every thirty minutes based on new intelligence that the Consolidated's information network provides, and the current odds on European Covenant control of London are three to two, which reflects the two-hundred-vampire force that arrived in Dover six hours ago and which is currently at the eastern approach, and the odds on American pack territorial expansion are two to one, which reflects the five hundred wolves in the north and their less certain command structure, and the odds on Callum Brennan's coalition maintaining London's autonomy are seven to one, which reflects the catastrophic night the coalition has just had, the execution and the Parliament collapse and the facilit

"You're going to get hurt, and I'm not going to be able to forgive myself if something bad happens to you again, so I'm fighting this battle alone, Lisa!" Lisa yelled as she moved closer to him, oblivious to the pain coursing through her veins from her injured tummy. "Mr. CEO! It's you and me against the world. If you want to fight this battle, we fight it together. If you want to catch the motherfucker who is behind all of this, we do it together! I'd rather die by your side than die alone because I can't live without you and I'm certain as hell that you can't live without me."

Their classmates’ chatter slowly died down as they realized that the biggest rivals of their batch finally came face to face after so many years. In front of her stood a six feet tall man, giving her cold gazes as no sign of smile could be seen on his face. Even if being known as a big shot businessman, he was wearing a simple plain black shirt, long legs clad in white jeans with his feet protected with leather boots. On his strong shoulder was a black travel pack. “W-What…” Foren stuttered a word, shock was still fresh in her system.

she announced. Everyone gathered around the long conference table. Some sat and others stood along the edges of the room. Rob and I stood near the wall with our arms crossed. Camilla stood at the head and waited until the room was still. “We’ve been blindsided,” she said. “We lost good people and yes, one of our own turned against us.” The room got even quieter. “But we’re still here and we’re breathing and if you’re breathing then you still have the chance to fight.”

"I gave up a lucrative offer abroad to join your company when it was on the brink of collapse. I've spent ten years on you, giving up my youth and everything, enduring hardships, even almost losing my life. And now you think I did it just for money?" Corey leaned back in his chair and looked at me coldly. A smirk curled on his lips. "Isn't money what you wanted? "Aren't women like you from humble beginnings all just gambling for a shot at a brighter future? Well, you've won your gamble. 100 million dollars is more than enough of a reward. You should be grateful." Enough of a reward? Be grateful? So, this was how it was. From the start, he had never respected me.

My legs gave out, and I slumped against the wall, barely staying conscious. When I walked out of the building, cheers erupted outside, the sound of people surviving a disaster. My coworkers rushed over, hands everywhere as they held me up, voices full of gratitude and lingering fear. "Edmond! You're a damn miracle!" "I knew it! As long as Edmond steps in, nothing's impossible." Invitations to celebration dinners poured in one after another. I turned every single one down. I just wanted to go home. The moment I pulled open my car door, a sharp pain struck the back of my neck. A hand clamped over my mouth and yanked me backward.