Odds Against Me Novels & Stories

"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.

"what are the odds of me winning the case against Jimmy ? " " I don't know . what I do know though is that he is working for Matteo." "what?" © #KCMmuoe

Prove you’re still the one who calls the shots. My thumb moved before I could stop it. I opened Mick. Tommy — you in? No crap, I thought. My fingers typed faster than my thoughts. Mick. Need a favor. Fight just went live. Big odds. No float. Can you front me? I’ll clear as soon as the payout hits. I’ve always paid. The blue bubble slid across the screen. I stared at it like a verdict. Mick’s reply came almost immediately. You always pay, yeah. You’re good for it. How much we talking?

He was leaning against the railing, still dressed in his pajamas. "No matter how healthy you are, you'd still fall sick if you stood out here at night in the cold air," he said with a reproachful expression. Toying with the blanket, I replied coolly, "Thanks, but you could've pretended not to have noticed me." I chose Michael purely because I thought he could win against Joshua. After having battled him numerous times now, I knew what he was capable of. Either way, I didn't want to get involved with him romantically. That would only end up becoming a repeat of the past.

"Hm, she would do, although I do not guarantee a win." Martha chuckled. "Of course not. She can't stand a chance against Mel." I blinked. Who was Mel? And why were the odds against me? Sweat trickled down my face. I had really put myself in some deep trouble and there was no going back

"But what if I didn't? What if I'm good enough? I've been hunting for over a year, Camryn. I know how to move and how to read anomalies. What if I could actually win?" "You don't know that." "Neither do you." Fabian leaned forward. "The odds are designed to favor the House. Even if you win one fight, they'll keep pushing you into harder matches until you lose. That's how they maximize profit." "I know that." Whitney's jaw was tight. "I'm not stupid." "I didn't say you were. I said you're desperate. There's a difference." The bell rang again.

The scroll started to glow golden. Behind everyone's name, the odds appeared. At that moment, even the participants stood up to look at the scroll with widened eyes. Quite a few of them started to read out the odds, "Chris from White Marsh Continent, one to one point seven, Edward from Chaos Continent, one to two point nine, David from Chaos Continent, one to three point five…" Fane looked up at his odds and pursed his lips in shock. This time, his odds were even higher than the last. It was already at one to seven point five. It was obvious how low the caretakers regarded him.

They'll all think I died in some freak accident. There was no one I knew who had a grudge against him... Someone more inclined to help me, someone who wanted to bring them down just as much as I wanted to. Dian. The name crashed into my head like a freight train. Yes! Dian Angelo had never liked the Eagans, especially since they were against him being with Sybil. Dian was rich and I knew he would know what to do if he got his hand on the evidence. I might also find myself in jail, but I think I preferred that to dying.

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to