The Score Born For This Novels & Stories

Romeo In medicine, the Apgar score is calculated at one minute and five minutes after birth. It measures adaptation. It evaluates how successfully a newborn transitions from the pressurized, fluid certainty of the womb into the violent unpredictability of the outside world. Heart rate. Reflexes. Respiration. Color. Survival reduced to a numerical baseline. Most humans stabilize within five minutes. Our transition took five years. And somehow, against every law of probability I respected, we survived it.

"What is the probability for one to be born with 10 points in capacity?" "What about being born with 100 points?" Even as he breathed out those words he couldn't help but shudder at their implications. Even the worst of the worst capacity could only be obtained by 1 out of 10 people. As for S class? Only 1 out of 1000000 could hope to be born with such capacity.

His legs moved so fast they were almost invisible, but it didn't matter, because we could all see him step nimbly into the end zone. The entire stadium erupted into joyful cheers. The place was shaking. I was both laughing and almost crying in relief as I watched the rest of the team descend on Matt and Leo. Brent lifted Leo in a massive hug, spinning him around. Over the loudspeaker, the announcer pronounced the end of the game, with a final score Eatonboro nine and Gatbury seven. "Okay. I'm finding it hard to maintain my air of disdainful indifference." Gia laughed, hugging my arm. "That was pretty incredible. And shit, girl! That was your boyfriend who made that catch."

The air inside the maternity ward of the High Spire was thick with the scent of sterile copper and the sweet, heavy perfume of the Bronze-Leaf Oak. Outside, the twin suns of Novus were crossing the meridian, casting a dual shadow that danced across the floor. For the first time in the history of the Union, a child was being born who had never known the metallic tang of recycled bunker air or the crushing weight of the home world's gravity.

the scorekeeper said and sighed. Julian’s face turned ashen. He was speechless. Since they had switched marbles, no one could make any more accusations. “Fustin, you win! A crushing victory!” Allison grinned widely. Dustin smiled softly. “Julian, you scored five points. Fustin got a perfect hundred. There’s a difference of ninety-five points. That’s forty-seven million and five hundred thousand, at five hundred thousand per point. Time to pay up!” Allison said with enthusiasm.

I am the daughter of Alpha Shell from the Scarlet Pack and my mother is a Moors princess! Sherizad batted her eyelids at fifty bats per second. Ryan could not help but feel a little something knock at the gates of his icy heart. Love was in the air.

His touch elicited an overpowering reaction, and I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my belly. "Do you want a baby?" he whispered.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

She didn’t know whether to scream or faint. The director’s face twisted in anger and humiliation. “B-But Liora scored 910...” “Incorrect,” the courier cut in. “That must be an error....that doesn't look like the correct list. The correct score belongs to Scarlet. The Lycan himself has made gained special interest in the top scorer, Scarlet and he says he could recognise her now, is that funny?"

“Fine. Take her to–” A sweet voice cut in over the other end of the call. “Sean, I’m hungry. I want a little cake. The doctor said I need strength for childbirth, so I need to eat. Oh, Zoe, you’re about to go into labor, too? Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt at all. I could get up and dance right now. You’ll be fine.” Quinn, of course, felt no pain. Sean had put her in a deluxe suite that cost thirty thousand dollars a day, where the nurses would swarm and give her a massage at the first whimper.