Romans & histoires Trading My Last Chance To Live

Underneath, the feed had been hijacked by the familiar tribunal crest. The text bar at the bottom screamed: **HIGH HOWL TRIBUNAL CONFIRMS AUCTION—SPECIAL LIVE LOT ANNOUNCEMENT TOMORROW.**

She caressed his hand lightly and he snuggled closer to her. “God gave me another chance but I still couldn’t get over that regret; the regret of ending my life. He punished me, forcing me to stay on earth. I hated it at first. But soon I started engaging in things. I realized that I had the power to fulfill other’s wishes. I did so for a long time until I came across those people…” He paused suddenly. “Your real parents…” He finally said it and she flinched.

I begged. “What is it, Adea? I’m about to get a two for one deal. I would have rid this world of 2 of the 3 men I know you’ve been bedding. What could you possibly have to say? Because I can assure you nothing that comes out of your mouth is going to make me let him live. You know how hard it’s been to find this fucker?” I had so many questions for Chance, but what was important right now was making sure he lived another day.

The audio was probably morphed. But that freaking voice. I was ready to give it all up. I didn’t know to calculate the probability. I didn’t know the odds. But Lilith Corp. be damned. Money be damned. I was going on all in. I was going to bet on it all. This was probably my one final chance at saving our family. This was final chance at saving the love of my life. . . . ____

Travis gritted his teeth in frustration and raised his paddle again, shouting, "Three million!" The room fell silent, even the auctioneer momentarily forgetting to announce the bid. Meanwhile, Toby raised his paddle again. The Elixir of Life was his lifeline, and he was determined to win it at any cost.

And she had three days left as the doctor had said. And then the offer came. The billionaire Anthony Hartford. Heir to a corporate empire. Trapped in his own body, in a persistent vegetative state after a plane crash. He was only kept alive by machines and fed by tubes. His mother, Valerie Hartford, had been desperate. Desperate enough to put out an unpublicized offer quietly, through discreet legal channels to find someone who would marry her son, offer him dignity, and maybe, just maybe, give him a reason to fight for life.

Work my ass out just to be able to stand out today. How I had sold my house in the midst of it and got scammed only to sleep on the streets? “The only thing that brought me this far is my ex-wife.” I paused. Tears pricked my eyes as I tried so hard to control myself. “My grandmother's dying wish,” I added. I'm sure Marietta could see this right now. Maybe she would give me a chance in her life again. We all make mistakes, and we all deserve a second chance. “You mean Mrs. Lorette Whitmore is dead?” one of the reporters raised the question abruptly.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

The cold electronic voice emotionlessly read out player numbers one by one. "The final day has arrived. Current surviving players: 20. Based on your outstanding performance in 'The Last Lunch,' each player will now receive a one-million-dollar bonus. Survive until midnight to successfully withdraw it! "Final day special rule: 'Hunting Carnival' is now activated. Players may freely attack one another. Eliminating another player immediately grants you all of their current winnings. The player with the highest kill count will receive an additional 100 million. May you all... enjoy the slaughter."

I placed my back against the wall, glaring at my death who slowly took careful steps, flashing his sword as he approached me. I closed my eyes realising there was no redemption for me at this point. All I was faced with was imminent death, and there was no way I could escape it. Maybe mum must have gotten the wrong picture about me anyway. Just as I took a deep breath, preparing it to be my last, a sword appeared in my hand, fastening itself within my grip. Fate's will for me to live. I'm willing to take it! My eyes beamed with utter fury and rage as I glared at the obstacles right before me.