Win You Over Novels & Stories

The sound wasn't loud, but there was an icy chill that cut straight into the bones. "Do you really think that as long as you throw in enough money, you can turn my pride and dignity for my work into a little game to win my favor?"

"You must be joking, Ms. Crane," I said. "As long as the project goes smoothly, who cares if you two drink from the same glass? Even if you set off on your honeymoon right here, right now, I'd be the first to applaud. In fact, I wish you two a lifetime of happiness. May you have lots of children." The moment I finished speaking, the taunting look on Ian Lewis' face froze. The wine glass he was holding hovered awkwardly midair, and he didn't know whether to withdraw it.

She felt euphoric, more alive than ever. "You are beautiful! I never tire of admiring you. I have been the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side, and although I have made many mistakes, I am glad that life is giving me an opportunity to win you back." When he saw Galata frown, he knew he had had a lapse and ended up talking more than he should have. The woman's words were not long in coming. "When did you win me over and lose me? To say you have a new opportunity to win me back?" she asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, confirming her suspicions once more.

I've always been competitive with my younger sister, Daphne Gibson. If she scored a 90 in her exam, I had to get a 100. When she bought a white dress, I had to buy a more expensive red one. On the drive home after our family road trip, she got carsick and threw up. I had to throw up a couple of times, too. But then I had a sudden asthma attack and collapsed in the back seat, clutching my chest. Mom sighed in frustration. "Alice, Daphne has always been frail. Can't you be a little more understanding and stop competing with her, at least for now?" Dad said earnestly, "You're a healthy, well-behaved child. Your mom and I love you, too. But stop pretending to be sick just because Daphne is

Eight years after I left the country, I'm offered a fortune to come back. After a research symposium, I run into my ex-boyfriend, Ethan Grimsley. He proposes to me and asks me to give him another chance. My former colleagues from the research institute immediately start cheering, all of them waiting for me to burst into tears and say yes. After all, they remember how crazy I used to be about Ethan. Back then, there was nothing I wouldn't have done for him. Apparently, they've forgotten what happened eight years ago. At a project showcase, I proposed to Ethan in front of everyone, only for him to turn me down without a hint of emotion. And that wasn't all. To help Michelle Lindberg, some

He was trying to get on my nerves, purposely or not, and he was succeeding. I smirked. "Don't think that I do not know that." I gained momentum and pushed him backwards. Taken unawares, he stumbled backwards and almost landed on his butt, "A guy like Skye Walker who goes after anything with a V and never actually committing. You're a legend." He looked at me with raised brows, s-ss-sory?" He stammered. That must have hit hard. I grinned, reveling in the moment. "Don't gamble on your luck yet, you were just a hormonal experiment." I told him, grinning.

Jack said. Finn grinned. It was finally hitting him as the crowd around them surged. He had won the girl - not that she was a prize or that it had been a competition. But he did feel like he had won. It was a victory over the past and over the hurt that had defined him for so long.

"Harold called me an hour ago. I wanted to hear it from you directly, though, if you were willing to tell me yourself." "We won," I said. "No thanks to the proxy, which voted against me today exactly as designed, regardless of anything either of us wanted. We won because Anna and I built something strong enough to overcome it anyway." He nodded slowly, absorbing that, and I watched him brace himself for whatever came next, some old instinct in me almost softening at the sight of it before I reminded myself, deliberately, that this conversation needed to happen properly rather than easily.

I yell back. He scowls and speeds up and I stay back letting him take the lead. That’s how you trick your enemy into thinking they’ve won. You let them enjoy the illusion before you destroy them. So I let him win for a mile or so before I show him what he already knows. No one beats me.

“I care more about us winning than impressing you, Zane.” “Now let me go, we don’t have all the time in the world to let you flirt with me.” “So if I make us win then you would finally let me have my way?” I rolled my eyes. “In your dreams.” His voice dropped huskily. “Yeah, I see you all the time there. Maybe, it’s high time I make it our reality.” I shoved his shoulder, ignoring the way I felt over the contact. “Not happening. Focus.” He chuckled, unfazed. “What’s the point of winning this challenge if I can’t win you over? You’re my prize, Val.”