Odds Against Me Novels & Stories

Bent over, he glared at me and swung the hammer at me with all his strength. I staggered and fell to the ground. There was a sharp pain in my left shoulder. It was broken. I was in pain, but I didn't dare waste even a second. I scrambled back to my feet and bolted out. The comments went wild. [Bea, stop struggling! You can't beat this man. Just give in and let the male lead pull you into his arms.] [He's waiting for you on the thirteenth floor. As long as you knock, he'll open the door. Bea, stop wasting time.]

The caption read: *Whatever is going on between Whitfield and Reyes it is winning them games. The eyes emoji at the end. Forty thousand likes. I put my phone face down on my nightstand. I stared at my ceiling. Forty thousand. I picked my phone back up. I looked at the photo again. I looked at it for a long time, the two of us in the end zone with the stadium noise implicit in the frame, the way I had moved through forty thousand people to get to him first without deciding to. I put the phone face down again. I stared at the ceiling. I thought about what forty thousand people thought they were seeing. I thought about whether they were wrong.

Everett echoed his growl. “Shut up, mutt,” he said to him. “I told you not to go near my daughter. I’m going to take great delight in slicing you open.” “I’d like to see you try,” Meagan growled. “It’s twelve against four Sprite, do the maths, you’re fucked,” Blaine snarled. I glanced round, and he was right. Our odds were not great. I linked through to the other Hybrids. “Guys, I know we are all busy, but I have a little issue here,” I called through the link.

The force of it tore open a wound that had not healed yet, the one Lisa had left when she slashed me with silver. Bright red blood welled up against my deathly pale skin.

Four against one is long odds, and, knowing what I do these days, I cannot even be sure that they are all human. I try to bluff, smiling at them brightly, already aware that it’s a wasted effort. They know who I am, and they probably know why I’m here, and if they know that then that’s not good news for Aiden. “I’ve come the wrong way. I’m just out for a run. I’ll go now, and get out of your hair.”

I laughed, the slight pit of doubt within my chest still gnawing at me. Nothing was promised in a fight, it was fifty percent skills and fifty perfect luck, and all you could do was pray that luck was on your side. "Speaking of beasts, it seems your next opponent is ready," Odessa muttered, clearing her throat. Her chin dipped as she nodded in the direction behind me. I swallowed the lump in my throat, letting out a deep breath. The idea seemed less stupid a few minutes ago, but as I turned around and my eyes locked with the crimson gaze before me, I suddenly felt like I had just given myself a death sentence.

"You shut up too." What a wonderful relationship they must have, I thought. It's true I'm not a betting man, but it's not because I don't know how. Just the opposite. I prefer more, shall we say, challenging wagers. I couldn't let the insult pass. "Okay, name the odds and the stake." "Twenty bucks. I give you Opponent U. plus fourteen." "You call that a bet?" "What you looking for?" "Give me odds, not points. Five to one."

The odds against Eva began to stack up quickly, especially compared to the current underdog favorite. In fact, the numbers revealed almost everyone’s impression of her, and though the odds against her started at 10 to 1, it eventually settled to 42 to 1. Almost everyone believed that a human would never be able to fight against a Drogar, especially one of Rezhathii’s quality. “Such a frail looking creature,” said someone in the stands. “How could it possible beat any Drogar?” Other Drogar near him murmured in agreement, and similar sentiments seemed to resonate all around. Well, except in a few spots.

I asked him with complete shock. “Yeah! You will have a background with this adoption and Ansh’s parents will accept you. Then both Ansh and you can be together. And she will feel…” he didn’t finish stopping his words. “I heard that his parents hates your family and vice-versa. So, how will it help me?” I asked, still not believing his words. “Right! I have a few friends who will do the same. So, will it be fine for you?” he replied after thinking for a few minutes.

And she knows so well he thought she was taking some petty revenge when she showed the door. What can she say that she too learned to understand what people are thinking or at least what he is thinking after living with him for all those months. This is going to be a long journey. *Note* This is a Sequel to "Against The All Odds"... Must read the previous one before reading this as it contains important content related to this story...