To Be Winner Mga Nobela at Kwento

Helena ordered. Sarah closed her eyes and those scenarios from the past few days were playing like a broken tap in her head. She remembers each of the words from that day. It's impossible for her to forget it. She opened her eyes with a determined look into Helena's eyes once again. "To be the winner one must top out of all the five companies in every aspect. To be the winner, one must have the biggest business shot of the country as a client for the next five years or more. To be the winner, one must keep themselves free from any kind of scandals. To be the winner, one must be on the front cover of the weekly cover magazines and newspapers for their success for most of the time. The winner

To express the point, he was the only one who had his fingers on the red button. She lifted her head and her gaze swept across the judges and when it landed on Alexander, she looked away. "Three contestants are going to be the winners of this competition and they shall receive cash prizes as well as be qualified to take this competition to the international level." Melissa prayed and prayed. She knew she hadn't worked harder than everyone else but she was sure to win something. It would be such a shame to go home not being among the victorious three. She was almost worried to tears.

Now we can focus on the important part, getting our mate. "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 with excitement.

With tension. “It's the team that performed more than the other. It'll be none other than Team B. Congratulations to them.” “Yessss!”

I stepped forward, showing my face to everyone, causing a wave of excited cheers to fill the place. "I have a message for the winner." I let my fury show, giving the angriest look I could. "Claim your prize if you can. This won't be the only fight you'll have to face, and it certainly won't be your hardest. I'm not a fu.cking trophy and I'll beat your ass six ways from Sunday if you-"

Amber’s POV “I think they are all idiots,” I said into the phone. “It’s not about favorites.” On the other end of the call, Anna laughed. “Challenges aren’t for the faint of heart but –” “Anna, the winner has to walk away from me,” I said. “The winner gets to pursue me romantically.” “So… who do you want to win?” “Neither! I don’t know!” I sucked in a breath, trying to calm my fraying nerves. “I don’t want things to be decided this way.”

Their water guns now raised as they move to look at their Queen. “The rules are simple. The first one to be hit a total of five times is out. The last one standing is the winner and only then, may they claim their prize” says Isabella with a smooth smile along her lips. Her eyes now locked on each of her men as she watches them from a far. Lucus now purring as he moves to coo back. “Bring it on little girl. Just know that once we win, your ass won’t be so lucky.” “Big words for someone who might lose to a girl” taunts Isabella, her smile growing.

For the moment, this is all that matters in the world. The announcer comes forward, declaring Luca Grant officially the winner of the bout, champion of the two kingdoms. The crowd goes wild again, only softening when the announcer holds the microphone out to Luca, inviting my mate to say whatever he wants in this moment of his victory. Luca looks down at me with a smile, and I know what he wants to do – that he wants to give all the victory to me. But gently, leaning against his non-injured side, I shake my head, not wanting that.

"The time has come to announce the winner of this year's prestigious award. And the winner is..." The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on the stage. I felt a surge of tension, my heart pounding in anticipation. Emily's eyes were fixed on the MC, her expression unreadable. Amanda's gaze was still on me, a knowing glint in her eye. Josh's attention was on the stage, his face a mask of neutral interest. The MC paused, building the suspense. "The winner is... Ethan Smith!" The room erupted into applause, and I felt a shockwave of surprise.

She always is. But me? I’m not so sure. "In recognition of their groundbreaking proposal," the judge continues, "and their dedication to the prosperity of the kingdom as a whole, we are pleased to announce that this year’s winner is…" He pauses, and the entire room seems to hold its breath. "…Windhowl Pack." The words hit like a thunderclap, I turn away, my heart pounding. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot. But for now, I’ll take the victory. For my pack. For Windhowl. For me.