Winner Takes All Novels & Stories

We soon get involved in a war of who can make who come first. Nate, unsurprisingly, win. ****

She asked, and I smirked before putting a hand on her knee, squeezing it gently. “We are going to be having the best seats in the house. The winner gets all, and the loser goes home with nothing. Sometimes, if the opponents are attractive enough, strong bids are placed, and the winner takes a lot more than he could have ever imagined.” I said, explaining the situation to my mate who frowned in confusion as she tried processing what I was saying. “They would become rich overnight, and that is something that they tend to grow addicted to.”

Alex adds. Jake’s Thought “Or right.” Alex “Or better.” Just— here. The Shift in Them Finn makes it to the end of the log. Throws his arms up. “I win.” Liam Immediately “That’s not how this works.” Jake “Let him have it.” Alex “He earned it.” Finn Grins “See? I did win.” The Meaning Changes Winning doesn’t take from anyone else anymore. It Adds Off the Log They jump down one by one. No ceremony.

"You and me, right here. The winner takes everything—the territory, the company, everything. And whoever loses calls their people off." I looked at him for a long moment. "Everything," I said. "Everything," he replied. His voice was steady. Whatever he was, Brian Norwood had never been a coward. I handed my phone to Fen and took off my jacket. "Fine," I said.

Royal’s POV "The Iron-Vail Pack takes the prize," the announcer shouted, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. "Alpha Philip and his four brothers are the winners." The words hit me like a shot of adrenaline. I leaned back in my chair, a slow smirk spreading across my face. It felt like the entire world had just been handed to me on a silver platter. I could feel the heat of a hundred glares burning into my back. Every other Alpha in this room was vibrating with pure, unadulterated jealousy.

“So desperate to win your money back? Are times so tough for billionaires these days? I thought you claimed your title wasn't worthless.” He smiled, and it did not meet his eyes. “A game for just the two of us. Winner takes all.” “Why would I do that?” Andrei indicated his own entire pile of chips. “For this.” The blood rushed from my head, making me dizzy. “All of that?” I gasped. He gave me a single nod.

I almost admired it. “Listen,” I said, stepping back slightly, spreading my arms like a generous god. “You and I… we’re the same age. Both billionaires. Both men of influence. But you…” I jabbed a finger toward him, “You’re nothing compared to me. You don’t have the stomach for this. You play fair sometimes. That’s cute. But fair doesn’t win wars.” “You aren’t going to win any…” “I don’t think, Oscar. I know I’ve won.”

“Anyone can compete for it. But only one will win. And with it… exclusive rights to the full video.” As he stepped down from the stage, I stormed toward him. “What the fuck are you doing, Thorne?” He draped an arm casually over my shoulder, his breath brushing my ear. “You like to win, don’t you, darling? I just thought I’d raise the stakes. But don’t worry—” he smiled, cruel and beautiful—“I’m sure you can win it back. You’re so lucky at the poker table, after all.” A low whistle broke through behind me.

What's the price gift? "The price gift? Oh the winner can- "Let it be their pick!" "Eh?" John blinked, "Sir?" "Let it be their pick." He said again, authoritative. "Winner gets what they want. Their choice. Let It be that." Let It be that? So why bother asking in the first place, you've already made all the decisions. "Err... o-okay." John stuttered awkwardly, laughing to clear his throat. Clear the air. "Winner gets to choose everyone. Anything you want at all!"