Twelve Rounds 3 Novels & Stories

I could tell how restless he was as he was drumming his feet under the table frantically. He seems nervous about my words. I decided not to push it as I was getting the answers I needed slowly. I turned to Mariam, my smile increasing, “Pretty girl, what do you say?” Mariam nods and quietly scribbles something on her note. “The game will go on for a total of 3 rounds, excluding the earlier warm ups. Meanwhile, this round will go for a total of ten times. Whoever pulls the biggest or highest number after ten cards automatically wins.”

he motioned to the standing warriors. “ONE BY ONE YOU WILL TAKE YOUR FINAL TEST WHICH CONSISTS OF THREE ROUNDS. ROUND 1 WILL BE TO TEST YOUR SKILLS IN HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT ROUND 2 WILL BE TO TEST YOUR SKILLS IN SWORD COMBAT AND ROUND 3 WILL BE TO TEST YOUR STRENTGH, SPEED BUT MOST OF ALL STRATEGY. WHEN YOU HAVE COMPLETED ALL THREE ROUNDS YOU WILL RETURN BACK TO YOUR SEATS AND WE WILL ANNOUNCE WHO HAS PASSED WHEN EVERY TAINEE HAS COMPLETED THE TEST”.

a countdown. "Talk," Marcus said. "They moved it up," Sloane replied. "The qualifier doesn't start in three weeks. It starts in three days." Lennox slowly set down his mug. The motion was quiet—but in it was everything: attention, focus, immediate pivot. His gaze locked on Sloane. "Is it official?" "Yes," she nodded. "The updated schedule came in at dawn. Ten cities. Ten rounds. Three-day breaks in between. Scoring at each stop. Performance determines advancement.

Richard put Anne on the bed, then pinned her underneath. Anne sucked in a breath of cold air. What? What didn't faint? Her brother's physical strength is not unheard of; he is like a tireless robot, one after another. The loser is always her. It's shameless how she can beat him. "Three rounds." If... if... if... three rounds, I don't faint. Tomorrow I have to let you go to work." Ah, this condition makes Anne stammer. "Three rounds, too little!" Richard narrowed his eyes, refusing to compromise.

And it was a little late to play the periods card. Her mouth felt dry as she occupied her position on the mat and eyed the wide space. If she is fast on her legs, she can at least run around for some time before he catches up with her. “We will go for 3 rounds. The one with the highest score wins” he explained like she even had a chance at wining against him. She nodded hesitantly, not at all on board with his idea. Since he already looked furious, she didn’t want to poke the bear further by telling him that she didn’t want to fight.

Chapter 128 Homecoming week: Tuesday Part 5.3 Final Round: Round 3 “Ok, that ends round two, ladies just like last time I need you to write the number of the man you think you kissed. We have one more round left before we see which team collected the most points, to win this challenge.” The announcer said, smiling at how much the crowd was enjoying the new game. Syncere and Shawn were both fuming because they were both hoping that they would have gotten the chance to kiss Essence and Kymoni. The didn't know how the hell out of both rounds and three spins that they didn't land on them once. They both knew that they would have known if they had kissed Essence and Kymoni. Syncere was starting t

Instead, he swept his gaze across the arena, then declared word by word, "That's right. I do want a round 11! I want to take every single reward and every bit of honor that this Grand Medical Summit has to offer! I refuse to share a title with someone like Mosby! "I'm going to leave him in the dust—so far behind he won't even see my taillights! And if 11 rounds aren't enough, we'll go to the 12th! If 12 rounds aren't enough, we'll go to the 13th! I'll keep going… until every single one of you sees the truth!"

“Shall we continue?” Preston glanced at Luna before the start of the new round. Luna’s cheeks reddened, her feet subtly shuffling in an attempt to alleviate the strain and numbness. Although visibly uncomfortable, she refused to concede willingly. “Of course. I refuse to believe I can only roll one or two,” Delmor declared with determination. After three rounds, Delmor rolled two ones and a two, resolute in his determination to achieve a higher number. Luna clenched her teeth, glaring at Delmor.

A chuckle escaped me. “I see. Who knows you might be friends after this” Her eyes went wide. “Me and her? Friends? Never? I prefer to be with your guys. M-” Her statement was interrupted by the sound of Alpha’s voice. “I’m sure by now everyone is present here. I won't waste time explaining everything over again. The competition will start in the next two hours. Giving you an extra time to mentally get yourself prepared. There would be three round. Passing the first round qualifies you to the second round and vice versa”

he announced, hands clasped behind his back as he paced in front of us with a serious look, like this a matter of life or death. Maybe it was that serious for those who cared. I didn’t. “This first round is a race,” he continued. “Each group will have ten people. Only the top three from each group will move on to the next trial. This stage will test your speed, awareness, endurance, teamwork, and quick thinking.” “Ouuuu, I can’t wait.” Eloise whispered next to me, rolling her shoulders in a little dance. “Alright, let’s get you all into your groups.” Mr. Fisher said.