Odds Against Me Novels & Stories

Hmm, I don't think it's hard to figure out what you just told me… I love you against everyone, against all the hate we were wrapped in, against all those who said our love was impossible, against all odds! The End.

"Here's the simple version. The odds determine how much you'll win based on risk. If you bet on a favorite, the risk is low—so you win less." "Aha!" "But if you bet on an underdog and win, your payout is way bigger," Alexandra explained. "What are your odds tomorrow?" Lucy asked. "100 to 1 against me. Nobody knows me—I'm the biggest risk out there. For every euro you bet on me, you win a hundred." "So if I bet thirty euros and you win… I get three thousand?" "Exactly!" "Then I have to bet on you, right?" "You'd better, if you want to win!" Alexandra was smiling, but inside, her nerves were eating her alive.

“Childish imbecile!” “Girl with two left feet!” “Death Note no brain!” “Karate Kid nagger!” “WHAT?!” “You started it!” No you started this!” “No you!!!!” “Aish! You listen you woman!!!! You started it!” “Who told you?! You are the one who started it! You imbecile person who doesn’t know how to balance an equation!” “NAGGER!” Night, Helga, Jeric and Michelle just shook their heads as they watch this couple fight. Perhaps this is the only way these two would agree on.

Soon the game was wound up and noticing the pile of chips in front of her friend, Grace decided that it was enough gambling for the night and rushed to Faith to convince her to leave. Faith had been going wild for the last two weeks since she had served the divorce papers. Drinking, dancing, gambling... It was like she was trying to get something back that she had lost. Though Grace did not hold much hope that Faith would agree, she still tried her best to make her leave. Thankfully, Faith relented under the promise that they would go to a Karaoke bar from there. Grace would have agreed to give away her firstborn as long as it meant getting away from Adi.

He won't resist you and would pay me a lot of money for. - STOP! STOP. Stop talking like I'm a piece of meat. she wanted to retort but she kept quiet. That's exactly what she was if she ever got into this. Tamie's proposal was tempting. She was desperate for money and selling her virginity would change her life. But she would have regrets all her life... She massaged her temples, trying to erase from her head all those degrading images that were coming up. She let her tears take place on her cheek... What had she done to get there?

Her eyes were fixed on the limited edition yellow sports car parked on the street. She drew in a sharp intake of breathe and her face brightened up considerably. She rushed out of the door and towards the road while ignoring Leila who was now looking behind her to see what her supposed elder sister was up to. Chloe, for that was her name walked up to Batista where he stood in a tailored black suit and an orange shirt with a macho pose. Lorenzo was sporting an ash suit with a white shirt but he looked more like a bodyguard than Batista did.

Mara stands alone. A man clears his throat. “We’ve reviewed recent stabilization outcomes.” Another adds, “Serik’s intervention success rate is measurable.” A third — carefully neutral — says, “Your methods are… harder to quantify.” Mara keeps her voice steady. “Because they involve people.” “Yes,” the first man says. “And people are unpredictable.” She looks around the circle. Faces she knows. Faces she’s bled for. “Unpredictability is not a flaw,” she says. “It’s how we adapt.”

"But I wouldn't change any of it. Not the chaos, not the noise, not the constant interruptions. This is the life we built, and I love it." "Even when Sofia slams doors and Isabella tracks mud through the house and Lucas draws on the walls?" "Even then. Especially then. Because it means we have them. We have this family. We made it, Maya. Against all the odds, we made it." Maya thought back to that scared nineteen-year-old girl, staring at a positive pregnancy test, terrified of the future. She thought about all the people who'd doubted them, who'd thought they were too young, too unprepared, too likely to fail.

Five years after my younger brother Luca and my fiancée Elena were killed in an ambush, I arranged my own burial at sea. I was pressing the engraved nameplate onto my custom urn when my father, Don Salvatore Leo, walked into the room with a cigar between his lips. "Antonio, you don't need to go to the docks to mourn them this year. They're not dead." My fingers went white around the nameplate. Then the hidden door in the safe room opened from the inside. Luca walked out with Elena in his arms, casually spinning the emerald ring I had once given her around his finger. "I won the bet," he said, lazy about it. "I told you we could live right next door to him for five years and he'd never

I didn't have my own money, but if I could gamble an amount of money today, I could use it to earn more money without breaking a sweat. Besides, it's also supporting myself and earning more money. Arya tilted her head and eyed me with a gaze filled with mischievousness. "You want to support yourself?" She grinned. "Yes." I nodded my head in reply. "What are the odds?" "Twenty to one," Arya blurted. My eyes widened in disbelief. I can't believe that they think betting on me is such a huge risk! It's simply underrating my strength! Well, it's not their fault.