Trophy X Cheesy Novels & Stories

I huffed. Luna Margie took a step forward. “Don’t be like that, Frankie. I supported what you did out there, and you’d be surprised by how many others did as well. Troy attempted to cheat for a false victory to save his ego. That is not someone who has honour, and is not a warrior we want to rely on in battle. Many warriors witnessed what happened, and I suspect they have lost a great deal of trust and respect for him as a result of his actions. You, however, have earned quite a bit today. You defended yourself against someone who had an extreme advantage, and you were the one who walked away after the match. He was dragged away, despite it all. Be proud of that, because I am.” Her words lef

With that baby face of his, he looked like the requisite tough guy of a boy band, not a member of a metal band. Jace must have felt her stare, because he glanced up, his brown eyes inquisitive. “What?” She shook her head. “Nothing.” She handed him a package of Italian sausage. He placed it on the conveyer belt. “God, I want a cigarette,” Trey said, eyeing the locked case behind the counter. He fidgeted with the zipper on his sleeve repeatedly before cleaning out an entire display of cherry suckers and dumping them on the checkout stand. Myrna squeezed his elbow in encouragement and moved around Jace to the cashier.

One of the guys exclaimed. “Oh but it is.” She smiled. “Long time, no see! What have you been up to?” “Just wreaking havoc in New York. Getting shot. The usual.” Jovie grinned. “Who’s the new Xavier?” “Reno, actually.” I informed. “Trent.” He nodded. “I’ve done all of Jovie’s ink.” “Great work. The tramp stamp is my favorite one.” “I’m personally a fan of the hip bone.” Trent chuckled. “What are we doing today? Getting each other’s names.”

He drives in the other way of Le Papillon, to the left. Why did I say hamburger? Probably the first word that sprang to mind. And Trey’s hamburger sizes are much larger than my appetite, but the taste is quite satisfying. As usual, the fast food place is packed. Inside, I follow Kristoff as he looks for an open seat. We eventually locate one in the back, left corner, for two people, and he leaves me there so he can buy at the counter. Kristoff shortly returns with two double-patty cheeseburgers, sodas, and French fries. “This is their special for today. Trey’s cheesy beef bomb.”

“Always yours.” No rings. No trophies. Just two people who’d walked through hell and chosen each other in the light. His trophy. His war. Hers now.

she says, a scowl on her face. "First of all," he responds. "Let me tell you the definition of a trophy. A Trophy is described as something gained or given in victory or conquest especially when preserved or mounted as a memorial. Or young, attractive woman who is the girlfriend of a rich and successful older person and who acts as a symbol of the person's social position, I don't know which of those two descriptions you place yourself under. Though I should think that if you go ahead and marry Marcus, you will very well fall under the second description..."

"Is this meat from a cow or a goblin?" "It's pepperoni," Modern Vespera sighed from the head of the table. "It's processed mystery meat. Just eat it, Your Majesty." Vesper Thorne (The Trophy) was blotting the grease off his slice with a napkin. "Carbs," he muttered mournfully. "My abs are going to file a grievance. But God, it smells good." "Just eat it, Pretty Boy," Cyberpunk Vespera said, her mouth full. Her cybernetic eye was projecting a holographic menu above her plate. "My sensors indicate high dopamine release. It's worth the calorie count."

“Haven’t you had enough?” “Fuck, you’re so lame,” Owen quips, clapping Dean on the back. “Drink as much as you want, Quinn. On the house.” “Don’t tempt me,” Quinn laughs, getting another cherry out of her cup. “I have a very small window to enjoy alcohol before Archer knocks me up again. Like tonight.” Dean wrinkles his nose. “That’s even more disgusting than the vodka-cherries.”

Mishka smiled. *** They started roaming in the mall again in search of the perfect gift for Leo, but they liked nothing that seemed interesting to them. Both were tired, but then suddenly Mishka clutched Christian’s hand and pulled him to a gift shop. “What?” Christian asked, annoyed. “Look at this,” Mishka pointed at the trophy on which “World’s Best Grandpa.” was written. Christian picked the trophy in his hand and started laughing looking at her. “Why are laughing?” Mishka asked, placing her hand on her hips.

“Well, do you like your gift?“ She inquired Mason raised his head towards her and Amanda sucked in a wisp of air. His face was devoid of any emotion and she wondered if she had picked the wrong gift for him. Maybe he doesn't like it? She thought as her face dropped in disappointment. Mason broke into a smile a few seconds later making her look at him confusingly. “It's lovely,“ he answered her, making her mood joyful. She had gotten Calvin a black hoodie that had 'I am the best chef’ inscribed on it. And for Mason, she had gotten a collection of books on cooking recipes for him. She had made a wild guest when picking out their gifts from their characters. It was obvious that Mason liked to r