Twelve Rounds 3 Novels & Stories

the soldier said. Lucian nodded in satisfaction, “Good. And now you know that we're going to do it again. You're going to attack me three times in a row, with no defense from me. Any that I don't catch will be your points" he met the soldier's eyes from the other side. They both nodded, agreement passing between them.

River Lockhart "One... two... three... four- BULLSEYE!" I cheer when one of my bullets, for the first time, hit the red circle of the aim that I was shooting at, for the past half an hour. I hold my fist across the separated wall whereas Ethan bumps his fist against mine, showing a thumbs up. I look over to see he's having better progress than me. So I squint my eyes at him, challenging him with my eyes. So we compete ten rounds, for me to realise he's better at shooting than me.

In the end, they each won one round, and Caleb was impressed with their skills and determination. "Okay, round three," Caleb said, grinning at both of them. "You guys ready for this?" They nodded, and the three of them circled each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Caleb was the first to strike, launching himself at Marcus with a fierce growl. Marcus dodged and countered, and Logan joined in, his fists flying as he attacked Caleb from the side.

"Very abnormal for a normal man's..." "Don't you dare say anything about that or else," I threatened Jerry, who went shut at once. "It's for research studies. That helps me with my work too, you know," He frowned, heading back to his desk. Arnold laughed and asked, wrapping his arm across my shoulder, "From Alpha to Beta, how many rounds?" I didn't want to answer him but since he's my Beta, I gave in and told him the number. "Eight times." "Wow! That's some gun you got there," Arnold exclaimed, chuckling at this.

she explained. Both me and Justine nodded after. "3 rounds are enough, whoever get the least points will be the 'it'. Are you ready? Ten seconds starts now." Justine immediately looked at his objects, I don't want to get accused by peeking on which object will he choose so I divert my attention on mine. Now, which of this objects should I choose? Does this simple game has a strategy? Arrgh, gosh Nini! Why are you overthinking much? "Ten seconds, done."

Three lives. Three.

The first mini round was quite difficult making me get anxious about the second round but I calmed myself down while thinking about how eagerly I wanted to beat Sheena in that competition. “So now we will move on to our second mini round which is the Strapline round. We have three groups left now and after this round, we’ll have our two finalists” The compere said and I sat up straight breathing heavily. Once again, Aiden placed his hand on the buzzer and I looked up at him.

His eyes are fixed, patient, on my mate’s face and body. Waiting. Waiting for that one opening – the only one he’ll need. To deliver the blow that ends the whole thing. “God damn it,” I whisper, suddenly terrified. “We have to wait, Ari,” Jesse murmurs, stepping closer to me, wanting to keep the faith just as much as I do. “Twelve rounds. He just has to make it through twelve rounds, and he’ll walk away from this just fine.” “What happens if he doesn’t make it twelve rounds?” I whisper, turning frightened eyes up to my cousin.

“It’s ruled by three.” I blinked, my mind spinning. “Three?” I whispered, my voice trembling. She gave me a small, knowing smile. “You’re about to meet your Alphas.” My knees almostgave out, my heart pounding so fast I thought I’d faint. Three Alphas? What kind of curse had I walked into?

As there is an odd number, Kennedy offers to sit out the first round and rotate in the next. “I’m the only single in the condo. I will sit out,” I explain. The men agree, so they line the cups up in front of each of them on their sides of the table. “When you start, you go in order down the line on each side, chug the beverage in your glass, turn the empty cup over, then try to tip the cup over so that it stands upright before the next person goes. First team done wins,” I share. “Now, we need to decide on one drink everyone will chug,” I say.