Win Or Die Novels & Stories

Maybe they'll also have a beautiful end after all this suffering. "Make a wish." He said suddenly. She looked astonished at his sudden suggestion. "What?" She scoffed and gave him a weird look. "Make a wish." He repeated as he nodded, sounding pretty serious. "...ok..." She said and found his request a little weird. They both closed their eyes and made a wish. She bit her lower lip and clenched her fists. "I wish to die." She wished, a torturous expression on her face, as she couldn't bear the pain anymore. His consoling made her feel better but she didn't have any reason to live on.

Preston picked up a die and outlined the rules. “Let's keep it simple. We'll shake this one die, and the person with the highest number wins. If you can consistently achieve the highest number among everyone, we each drink five glasses at a time. And if you lose, you squat for five minutes. How does that sound?” he proposed. Luna nodded, intrigued by the idea of getting five drinks in a row if she managed to shake the highest number. It was a challenge she was willing to take on. Today, she would show these guys that women couldn’t be easily underestimated. “Delmor, you start on your end,” Luna instructed with a smirk.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

Mira I stood by the window, waiting. He would drive in soon. It was almost eight, his usual time. I silently prayed he’d be sober or exhausted. I walked back to the sofa and sat on the edge, nervous, my hands fidgeting. Then I heard it—the sound of the engine as he drove into the garage. I stood immediately, rooted in place until the loud banging on the door made me move. “Mira, Mira!” He shouted my name. That only meant one thing. He was drunk, again.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

a man called out, and Rex motioned him over. Jake took a stash of cash from his jacket, placing a bet, and Rex did the same. They’d both bet on Wraith winning. I wiped my sweaty palm against my jeans, unable to understand how they weren’t even the tiniest bit nervous by the fight about to take place. The bell rang again, this time three consecutive times. The betting ended. “There are two ways to win: when one surrenders, or when one is killed.” He paused, letting that sink in. “Let the fight begin!”