The Winner Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Objectify you? Yvonne, you are my Right Hand. My most valued commander. What is this sudden nonsense?" She wiped aggressively at her eyes, furious that moisture was gathering there despite her pride. "It doesn't matter. The deed is done. Khalid came through for us. He faked the alchemical proof and convinced the Conqueror’s trackers. Rune believes the girl is dead. He’s pulled back his scouts to mourn. We have won... although the victory came at a hefty price."

Amberleigh found a secret weapon in the war against keeping Grayson’s ass in bed, and it wasn’t just threatening to withhold future sex from him. It came in the form of a beautiful woman with silver hair, bright blue eyes, and a sweet smile, Viola Godwin, aka Grayson’s mother. For such a petite and gentle woman, Viola had no trouble keeping both of the men in her life in line.

“ But luckily, I didn't give up. Even though I feel tired and hopeless, I still fight until my mother recovers, and I continue studying. That's why I'm so thankful for this opportunity to work with you, Ma'am Jaz. “ She said and smiled at me. Now I realise that our business is really important and that it could help so many people like Rhian. “ That's why I hired you as my assistant. You have this bravery and perseverance in working. I know I chose the right one. “ I smiled at her, and I could feel how happy she was. “ Why did you suddenly ask, ma'am?” She said, but I just shook my head. I told her to get back to work, and she did. Minutes later, a delivery guy was walking inside. I thought

River felt his palms go sweaty as he tried to figure out what that meant--or what it didn't mean. "Congratulations, River Granite," Michael said, the crown in his hands. "You are the winner of the tournament!" The crowd cheered and clapped as Michael put the crown on his head. "As your prize, I present to you, the hand of my daughter, the Luna… Ellie Knight!"

The host cleared his throat, holding his breath for a minute, “And the winner goes to Mrs. Victoria Rossi the winner for the last three years in a row” I sighed, I hadn’t expected to win but it was still a huge disappointment.

Guys, please read it before jumping towards the story. Book 2 of “Her Bidder,” For a better understanding, I’ll suggest reading “Her Bidder” first. This book is a stand-alone. However, few things are there whose proper detail mentioned in its 1st book.

“Who is this person?” She flips to the next page. “Daisy Caldwell?” She looks up. “Daisy Caldwell where are you?” “I'm here,” I answer, raising my hand. My heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe. What's happening? Did something go wrong? “Ladies and gentlemen, our Exclusive Winner of this year's Warrior Competition is Daisy Caldwell from the Brimstone Pack, with the perfect score of one hundred percent.” For a full moment, I can't move. I can’t breathe. I can’t process what I just heard.

“So, why aren’t we heading into the city?” Nia rises to her full height, her hands are on her hips, she gives Kiara an incredulous look. “He is an Emperor, one that has just come back from a victorious campaign, conquering more than three kingdoms. He will not ride into his own city at the dead of night like a thief. He will ride into his city with the rising sun to be welcomed by his people like the ruler he is. And then there’s you. The people have to meet their Conqueror’s wife, after all” Kiara looks down at the ground. Was she to be known as the Conqueror’s wife from now on? She doesn’t say anything but watches Nia prepare the tent she realizes is hers, with the help of soldiers.

I breathed, running my hands through my hair, “Fighting to the death isn't something to be toyed with. Would you kill your fellow man just to earn the title of a winner?” “I would do that a thousand times.” Jayden smiled, crossing his legs, “Everyone is only interested in the winner. Once the loser's dead, I'll get all the attention. Besides, we both have to settle this. There can only be one winner this time.” Hearing his words, I let out a loud chuckle. If this was about the last battle, then Jayden must have lost a screw in his brain. It was a fair fight. My pack warrior had emerged as the winner, but I guess he wasn't able to handle the shame of losing.

Arthur asked, leaning closer as he tried to peer at the page that she had opened. "I'm going to bid on Mr. September." Victory gave out a low appreciative whistle, wagging her eyebrows as she pointed at a photo of a hunky looking man, clad only in a pair of jeans that hung low on his waist, revealing hard abs and sculpted muscle. "I wouldn't mind him cooking for me." Victory continued, licking her lips lecherously as a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She read aloud what the winning bidder would be entitled to.