Win Or Die Novels & Stories

“This shit will never end, Weasel, we’ll be fighting this battle for the rest of our lives. Assholes like Longshire are everywhere. You kill one man and two more pop up to take over the business. There's too much money at stake.” “It’s sick,” Weasel said. Jake shook his head. “People would say the same about me if they knew everything I’d done.” “Yeah, probably, but at least the sick things we do stops the sick things they do. In my book that’s a win, Wrath.” “I don’t disagree with you there, brother.”

"Nah, I don't think that's it. You and Gibson—there's something weird there, man. Always has been." I nearly slammed the brakes right there. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Will lifted his hands in defense. "Relax, bro. I'm just saying, you two are like magnets. One minute you're tearing each other apart, the next, you're... I don't know, staring each other down like the world's about to end. It's intense, even for enemies." Enemies. Yes, of course. That word burned like a damn acid in my chest.

No one. Heh, the coward is too scared to pick up a blade. Sienna mused, also picking up a similar looking staff. Too bad, it doesn't matter the weapon she picks, She wouldn't be going easy on her. "What are the rules?" Isadora's voice rang out clearly. "What?" Sienna frowned. "How is the winner determined? Surely this isn't a fight to the death, right?" Isadora scoffed, wearing an impish grin. Sienna frowned, "The person to have their backs hit the soil, at the mercy of her opponent's fatal strike loses."

They pull out their swords, their bodies tense. One of the Silver Hunters swears and turns, running after Brynn, but the other two stay behind. “Now,” I whisper, and Alec and I climb out the window and down the tree. We haven’t even planned this out, but it feels so natural, so instinctive. Alec and I spread out and attack the two remaining Silver Hunters from opposite sides. I’m surprised by how easily I’m able to knock one of them to the ground. They fall flat against the earth, their helmet flying off. It’s a man, his eyes closed. He groans pathetically.

So, I decided to put him before me because only I can beat him. And I increased the prize money too. Whoever beats Julian gets an amount of 10 thousand dollars and whoever beats me can win One million dollars as prize money. So, everyone is so eager to win the money as it is a huge amount. "OKAY STOP YELLING GUYS, I'M JUST KIDDING. YOU GUYS WON'T EVEN STAND A CHANCE IN FRONT OF ME SO I'LL JUST LEAVE IT TO JULIAN." Everyone started laughing and Julian rolled his eyes. "LET'S SEE IF ANY ONE OF YOU CAN BEAT HIM TODAY. LOOKS LIKE THE FIRST TWO FIGHTERS ARE READY TO FIGHT. YOU GUYS KNOW THE RULES, THERE ARE NO TIMEOUTS. YOU HAVE TO FIGHT UNTIL ONE IS UNCONSCIOUS OR GAVE UP. AND SOMETIMES YOU WILL

"I believe you've all heard it. The Princess has issued a death order. We must win this battle, and we'll win it quickly." "Yes!" "The enemy has arrived, which proves that our previous efforts were not in vain. Now, we're only one step away from success. Will you give up?" "No, we won't!" "Two people in a team, two teams a group, take care of each other and help each other. His life is your life. Only when both of you are alive can we win and go back to receive the reward happily." "However, on the other hand, once any one of you dies, it means that our group has collapsed. I will die, and none of you will be able to live."

"Three fights in one night? That's ambitious. You'll be torn apart by the third one." "I need six hundred pounds. That's three fights." "Or you could do one death match. Five thousand pounds. Winner takes all." "Death match?" "Fight to actual death. No submissions. No mercy. One wolf walks away. The other gets sold to Silas." Bill grins. "Higher stakes. Higher payout. You interested?" Five thousand pounds. That's enough to fund the crew for months. Buy food. Buy medical supplies. Buy time to find real solutions. But it's a death match. I could die. And if I die, the crew has nothing.

"You let him die because he was guilty; the only difference with me is that I take matters into my own hands." "I only did it once; you do it on a daily basis." Win's voice trembled. Alex looked at him, waiting for his explanation. Win sighed in surrender and began to explain himself. "I was there when I saw his car crash, and I went to help him. When he saw me, still bleeding out, he yelled at me. He told me he could never take any help from a fag like me and that he would rather die." Win took a deep breather. "I guess I waited a couple of minutes and granted his wish."

Esmond's voice rang with excitement and approval. "Congratulations, Brian! In the recently concluded Spark Cup National Youth Coding Championship, you won first place by an overwhelming margin. "Your project, the Smart City Dynamic Traffic Optimization and Monitoring System, impressed every judge on the panel. They all agreed it's one of the most innovative and practical projects we've seen in years. You've uncovered incredible potential for the future of artificial intelligence in this country!" The entire hall went silent. It wasn't the polite kind of silence, but the stunned kind.

But I knew the truth: he was rushing to seal his win on the bet, to hightail it to Chicago and kneel before his precious Seraphina. This time, I’d said yes not out of love. Nick led me to Vincent’s Fifth Avenue penthouse, the very same setting from my past life. Vincent sat behind his mahogany desk, spinning a silver Beretta 92 between his fingers, dark eyes cold and unreadable. Nick dropped my hand, stepped forward, and spoke the same icy lines I’d heard a lifetime ago. “Vincent. We had a deal. Whoever won the girl’s heart secures the Moretti marriage. I’ve won.”