To Be Winner Novels & Stories

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She said. "That's why the competition will only last today and halfway tomorrow. As for the number issue, if you guys win..." "When you guys win." The instructor corrected. "Okay. When you guys win, you will get to pick whoever you want out of the losers to become a part of the team. It's all part of the agreement." Charlie said. Danny nodded. Wilson raised his hand and smiled as he asked. "You said the fight starts today, right? Who are we beating up?"

She believed that even the losers would be moved by the celebration of victory. Well, this brief journey had been quite interesting. "It seems like the winner of this bet is you, Becca," said Daniel. Daniel also witnessed the victory in this match. Honestly, for the first time watching such a competition, he found it surprisingly awe-inspiring, and not inferior to other sports. It was no wonder so many people were moved by the pursuit of victory. Rebecca looked up into Daniel's eyes when she heard his gentle voice. She didn't actually take the bet seriously, since it meant nothing much to her.

It may have been what I've competed for, however, now that I have it, I'm afraid of what it might entail beyond this. And who else won... I put my concerns into speech, waiting to see if Thorran picked someone ridiculous like Jake. If he did, then I would be beyond suspicious. Did Shinee keep his promise not to tell Thorran, or is this a part of an entire plot of revenge? "You'll be surprised to know I also selected the male winner from your group," Thorran tells me, to which I can't decide whether or not I should be worried about that. What if it's Aiden? "And I should go now to alert him. He will be less doubtful when he sees you."

Every one of us said very well and it was definitely more than what I expected. The remaining groups were also so good and I guess it's going to be really difficult for the judges to select the winner. The judges were principals of international college, but they were so friendly not like the arrogant type of judges. After the competition ended there was a break of fifteen minutes and after that results were to be announced. I went to the restroom as I was very much tired and even stressed. Thinking of the results made me nervous again, and so I called Apeksha, but she didn't receive it. Girl where are you?

I wake up from bed with a slightly puffy face, but clinging to what lies ahead, I rise from bed and spruce it. Today is the last day of the trial. In order words, the top three will get picked and the one with the best performance would be the winner of the trial. I’ve had dreams about the winners of the trial and in all my dreams, though I didn’t grasp the names mentioned, it wasn’t my name. Well, today will clarify everything.

NOLE POV "The Final day of the Harvest has arrived. All champions that fought a beast have moved on. All may challenge one another to prove they deserve the top spot. The last man standing goes first as the Winning champion. The order after his pick will be based on the fastest beast kill time. Then we move on to the champions from days three and four who lost. The longer they lasted in their battle against the top contenders, the higher their ranking. May the strongest win," the announcer says, and the crowd explodes into applause as we begin to run out onto the field.

It turned out they had similar views on various topics, and they very rarely disagreed. "Are you ready for tomorrow?" Jack asked her once they were comfortably seated on the sofa, Maggie's back to his chest. On the big TV screen across from where they were nested, some random show was playing. Tomorrow, The Annual Business Gala is going to be held, and Jack will be awarded as The most successful businessman of Cook County, but he hasn't said anything about it to Maggie. He wanted it to be a surprise.

Their asses came late to the event that day. I'll ask him later how that was possible. “The third criteria,” he continues, “is character. And, well, of course, you've already been reported. The models you worked with are supermodels in their respective countries.” The odds are in my favour. Heavily. I pray they don't mention another criteria before I tie with her again. I'm tired of a draw. I want to win. At the end of the contest, I'm announced as the winner and I receive all my benefits in my hands.

Everything they had on… was red. Cars red, clothes red, shoes red, and somehow, their drinks were too. Hmmm. Weird. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I could still feel Brian behind me. “What’s in it for the winner?” I asked and didn’t expect him to spin me by the waist, looking directly into my eyes. “The loser’s car and the ‘Race Monster’ title in the hood.” My smile widened. This is getting smooth. I pulled his hands away with a slow smile, then turned back to the Red Bulls.