Winner Takes All Novels & Stories

"Just as we agree on, the winner takes all. Your car, your money, against mine. But let’s make this more exciting, shall we?" Ricky's grin widened, his gaze flickering to me before returning to Tyler. "Just a small wager," he replied casually. "If I win, I get everything. But if you win..." He let the sentence hang in the air, the unspoken threat lingering between them like a dark cloud. Tyler's jaw clenched in frustration, his fists tightening at his sides. "What's the bet?" he demanded, his voice barely above a whisper. Ricky's smirk grew even wider, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Winner takes all," he repeated, his

He had always played around during serious moments, and one would think he's unworthy, but he's like a lion waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on its prey. “This isn't worth it, neither of you will win if you keep acting like children. The one who can secure the breeder first wins, and we both know who that is.” My body froze at the word “breeder.” The term hung in the air like a cold, cruel joke. It made my skin crawl. Aidan, Bryan, and Callum were not just fighting over the throne. They were being forced into a competition, a twisted game where the winner—whoever managed to impregnate the chosen breeder first—would gain more rights to rule. The mere thought of it made my stomach twis

"That's why I ask for your help. I'm sure, you don't have to try so hard to get close to Vanilla anymore, she will melt easily on you." Nick smiled lopsidedly. "What's to my benefit?" "I'll give you a new sports car this year, you can choose the most expensive one." Nick spun the whiskey on the table, slowly. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. “I can buy it… along with the manufacturer. But, receiving a gift is fun.” Beck raised an eyebrow. "So, you ready?" "Yeah," Nick said. "But, there's no guarantee that Vanilla will come back to you."

Not every one could become a pack warrior. Jsson seemed happy about her announcement but she was not done yet. She still had other additions. "Whoever wins will have to be put up against another winner of two until we get to one person who will be the overall winner," she said, smirking again. "What will the overall winner get?" Ezra, one of her trainees asked. "Well, he or she gets to fight with me,” Valentina said and all of them gasped. Jason was so happy and he was smiling really widely.

At the very least, I was glad that I had partaken in the game to help my people. "Alright fellas." the host announced, and made to wipe off non-existent sweat from his forehead, "you all put in your best in there. You all sure didn't come here to play. You all are winners in your own right. It is mandatory that I emphasize that. But nevertheless, only one can win this investment scheme, and the winner will be announced at the close of today's event. So you all stay tuned." there were a few murmurs, but it all quieted down when the host waved his handkerchief,

But since wishes are not horses I always have to make it happen myself. Jasmine had not seen the last of me and I will not rest until I see the last of her. I looked at the mirror, far-seeing into it as I made up my resolve. -Aria- “You have not told me the price tag for winning this game,” I said with a small smile on my face as I sat on the chair across the table which had the gamepad on it. “Anyone who wins gets to ask anything from the winner,” Adonai told me with a flat expression on his face.

Everybody knew this tournament got brutal. “Winning competitors will continue advancing through the brackets until one final victor remains standing,” Raiden says beside me while taking the microphone briefly. “The winner receives one million dollars, elite warrior status, and a direct royal contract beneath the crown.” The entire dining hall erupts immediately. Cheers. Whistles. Excited conversations. People really liked money. The entire time announcements continue, my eyes repeatedly drift back toward the Silver Clan table. Still no Traci. And somehow… That bothered me more than it should. Because the scent remained. Vanilla and mocha still drifted softly through the room. Meaning what ex

"Yes, I was actually thinking about that." I took a deep breath, my eyes locked on my opponent's. "If I win, you give me everything you won today - the trophy, the grand prize, the gift card... everything." My opponent raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "And if I win?" I swallowed hard, knowing I was taking a risk. "You can get anything you wish for. Just this one game." The opponent moved closer, his voice taking on a sly tone. "Okay then, is it a deal? You'll take everything I won today - the trophy, the grand prize, the gift card, everything?"

he teases. I snort "As if, no one has ever or will ever beat me, come on you know this" I say confidently. He laughs nodding his head. "Rules are still the same and you know how it goes, win all your races and by the end of the night you'll race the person from the other group who won all their races and whoever wins the last race takes the trophy home" I nod already knowing how this works. "Well, see you later man" he says walking away. I look around missing this shit, all the girls wearing next to nothing, all the slick cars but nothing beats the adrenaline of being behind the wheel and the feeling of crossing the finish line, first, everytime.

That skill was used to blow up others, and the cost of the player's own life. Seeing six corpses lying on the Battlefield was speechless. Phantasm was so ruthless that he would rather die together than let you win. James shouted, “Holy Shit! Master, what’s going on? Who is going to win? Both sides are dead.” “Let’s see what system decides.” I said calmly. In the end, the system decides that the side of Phantasm would win. If both parties were dead, or if the time was up and no one was dead, the system would choose the winner based on the output.