Odds Against Me Novels & Stories

"Do you think these things matter to me? I'll say it one last time. Get out. If you don't, I'll call the cops and report you for trespassing. My groom has connections, and he's on my side. Just wait until the cops get here." I watched her call the police. Before the call connected, I turned and walked away. I didn't take any of the gifts with me. But I hadn't gone far when they were thrown out like trash. "Filthy things, filthy person," she shouted. "Take everything you touched and get out of here." I picked the gifts back up. In the end, no one really held a grudge against money. I had taken a day off and booked a flight. I'd already lost enough financially.

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

Delilah glared at Malfred on mentioning the last part. Malfred's face was as white as sheet, he didn't think that far, he fucking didn't even expect Delilah to carefully calculate the odds of that happening. "That won't happen." Malfred assures. "That's why the engagement is being annulled, you could sue me for defamation of character by association. Your engagement to Fiona isn't beneficial to me at all." Delilah says with no emotion.

Kevin replied sarcastically. “Oh right! It has been a month and a half since then!” he continued as if a bulb light was suddenly turned on. “I’m afraid you will win the bet in the coming month. Ugh! Then I have to buy, I thought I can get one free.” Kevin still blabbering in disappointment while chewing in between. “Hahahaha! Where did you even get the nerve to challenge me? You’re such a loser? So why?” Jacob scoffed at him.

" I glanced through the room as I strode out on the stage, holding my head high. I could sense the heat of Liam gaze. He was plotting something already. Lucas was standing a few feet in front of the stage staring straight at me and unnerved. The guest applauded. "We shall open the bidding at 100,000 dollars!" "Five hundred thousand!" one voice cried out in the crowd. "One million!" said another. I shrunk my eyes into recognizing the next biddler. "Two million!" Liam. He took the drink with a jeering smile on his mouth. Lucas clenched his jaws. His hand rose white, the knuckles of which became white. "Three million." Liam grinned blackly. “Four million.”

"It appears we have a female representative. A girl of no name to face the beast." The crowd's amusement intensified. Bets were hastily adjusted, the odds heavily stacked against me. I could hear snippets of conversations: "Five gold says she doesn't last a minute." "Ten says she won't even land a hit." I clenched my fists, grounding myself. Let them underestimate me. It would be their mistake. The far gate groaned open, and from the shadows emerged my opponent. He was a towering figure, muscles rippling beneath scarred skin. His eyes glowed with a predatory gleam, and a sinister grin played on his lips.

Nothing but the echo of a memory. At eighteen, these same two men had fought over the chance to have me as their partner at their coming-of-age ceremony. They had tripped over each other planting roses in my honor, hoping to win my favor. Now, their devotion belonged to someone else, and my heart had long since gone numb. I refused to watch Lisa pretend to be kind. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t marry either of you scumbags, nor would I ever let you be associated with me,” I said coldly.

He just stared at me. Bang. One shot, between the eyes. My stomach twisted, but I didn’t show it. This wasn't me at all. I never wanted chaos, nor fights in my life, that's why I distanced myself from my father after my Mom died, but now I had to do this for Ava, for Levi, and for myself. ~~~~~~~~ That night, I met with the devil. Rafa Moretti. Our biggest rival. The one my father hated most. I found him in an abandoned casino outside town. Alone. Drinking whiskey like it was water.

The first sip burned pleasantly, loosening something in her chest she hadn’t realized was tight. Conversation flowed easily after that stories about the chase, jokes about paperwork nightmares, exaggerated retellings of the alleyway takedown. Jonas acted out the moment Valdez slipped, nearly knocking over a chair in the process. “I swear,” he said, grinning, “you blinked and she already had him on the ground.” Yna shook her head. “Adrenaline does strange things.” “So does stubbornness,” Mia added. Yna smiled. She didn’t deny it. As the night wore on, the bar grew louder, but their corner felt insulated like the rest of the world had been politely pushed aside. Plates of food appeared. Anothe

His grip was too tight, and I could feel the pain in my wrist due to his strength. I couldn't break free, so I shouted helplessly, "Let go of me!" Simon seemed not to hear me, and he only kept pulling me toward him. "Janice, give me another chance to make it up to you, alright?" Before he could finish, someone punched him in the face. "She told you to let go! Don't you understand?!" The punch came fast and hard, catching Simon off guard. He let go of my wrist and stumbled back, knocking over the chair behind him.