Win The Day Novels & Stories

As all twenty contestants gathered at the base of the bridge, Day stepped forward and flashed us a wide smile that eerily resembled the sun. “Welcome, contestants.” Day’s voice was booming and warm, silencing the low chatter that had broken out amongst the twenty of us. “A new day, a new potentially dangerous adventure ahead of you.” “He’s joking, right?” Camille gaped, her eyes darting from Helena and I to the four men. “I don’t think he is.” Helena replied, looking a bit troubled.

Chapter 155 Karien's Pov *Four Days before war* "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. As you all know there are very few hours before the D-Day and we are very close to our victory. So today, I welcome you here to wish all of our warriors for the war. They will be the ones to bring victory back to home. Cheers...Please enjoy the party and suit yourself." Up there, my father had already thrown the party for the victory which he wasn't going to achieve. I and Stephen had known we were not going to win the battle yet we clapped when he was announcing the victory.

He stood outside with roses in his hand and apologized to me in the same words, every day. "Lara. I swear I will never see Maya again. "I will not claim her baby. Take everything in my name. Let's start over." I looked at the man. The fixation in his eyes had only one place to go. In the moment he had decided not to save me and the baby, he had been every bit this decisive. The cheapness of him now matched it. I shut the door in his face. He did not stop. He sent flowers every day. He shipped gifts. He camped outside my office.

Serena Every morning, I wake up and look in the mirror grinning like I own the world. And why wouldn’t I? Winners smile. That’s what we do. When you want something badly enough, you don’t just wait around hoping it comes to you. You take it. You claw, bleed, and fuck your sister’s husband if you have to. Because this world isn’t fair. It’s a game. And there are only two kinds of people, winners… and losers.

“Dada. It’s Day 35. That’s 5 weeks. That’s 35 days. That’s more than 3 weeks. That’s more than 21 days. That means we win. Right?” _Silence. 6:25 AM._ Adrian sat up. All the way. Looked at Alex. 70 BPM. “Yeah, buddy,” Adrian said. Voice rough. Sleep. Emotion. “That means we win.” “Good,” Alex said. Nodded. Decisive. “Because Ms. Carter said we have Mother’s Day picnic. Friday. At school. And you both have to come. Because it’s ‘just us.’ And ‘just us’ includes school. You said. Chapter 59.”

I said, “we still have Day 30.” The line settled over the room because everyone knew it was true. Tomorrow was not salvation. Tomorrow was a barrier. Necessary, temporary, probably ugly. Renaud came around the desk and stopped beside me, not touching, just near enough that I could feel the shift in air. “Yes,” he said. “If we win court, we still have Day 30.” “And if we lose?” Julien answered first. “Then Hector walks into the board day carrying a temporary legal blessing and every coward in the room decides that caution suddenly looks like wisdom.”

Whoever has the most points wins the game. I should also specify the “victor” of the day .. whoever wins the most games gets a prize. We take turns buying said prize and this year it was Maeve’s turn. We were down to the last round of shot til you drop and it was of course between me and Emily. It was whomever could last the longest doing a back-bend. And we could try to make the person fall. So there we were… both of us upside down in the back bend position. She kept trying to kick me to make me fall and I was laughing my ass off.

Chapter Seventy Two: The Day of War Lily's POV The sun had barely risen, but the air was heavy with tension. Today was the day. The day everything changed. The day we lost or won everything. I went to the window, watching as the first glimpse of dawn spread out across the sky, painting the horizon with hues of orange and red. It was practically poetic, like the world itself was setting the stage for the impending battle.

Not because she was strong but because she hadn't given up. Damien Hale sat alone in his study room. A file lay open in front of him. But he wasn't reading it. His thoughts were elsewhere, something wasn't right. He knew it. He could feel it but everytime he tried to focus on it. It slipped away. “Sophia Reyes wins again” reads one of the newspapers which caught Damien's attention. He slowly picked up the newspaper and saw a picture of Sophia standing outside a court house. Looking calm, confident and unrecognizable.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an