Winner Takes All Novels & Stories

"The Final day of the Harvest has arrived. All champions that fought a beast have moved on. All may challenge one another to prove they deserve the top spot. The last man standing goes first as the Winning champion. The order after his pick will be based on the fastest beast kill time. Then we move on to the champions from days three and four who lost. The longer they lasted in their battle against the top contenders, the higher their ranking. May the strongest win," the announcer says, and the crowd explodes into applause.

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.

She would no longer have to keep waiting. She would no longer watch another woman live in the home where she believed should have belonged to her. She smiled, convinced that she was winning after all. She picked up her phone again and looked at the picture she had taken with Daniel at the event. Her smile returned. "Almost," she whispered. “I’m almost there.”

“Who is this person?” She flips to the next page. “Daisy Caldwell?” She looks up. “Daisy Caldwell where are you?” “I'm here,” I answer, raising my hand. My heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe. What's happening? Did something go wrong? “Ladies and gentlemen, our Exclusive Winner of this year's Warrior Competition is Daisy Caldwell from the Brimstone Pack, with the perfect score of one hundred percent.” For a full moment, I can't move. I can’t breathe. I can’t process what I just heard.

“What does that have to do with me?” “You see, we decided to make this year’s more interesting. Anyone who wins becomes the Beta of this pack, a position you are in for, and trust me, a lot of my men are dying to become my Beta and they won’t let you win easily” “And If I don’t want to compete?” Jett inquired. “You have no choice, it’s neither you die or win in the arena or be made my sex slave” At his words, the table broke into laughter, mocking his already wounded ego.

She won the contest! - She did? - Yes, and she really deserved it, Pete. - I bet. She worked very hard for that project. - The only one that was out of place there was that bastard, Adam Oakland. - Well, he was the one that brought her there in the first place. - Leaving that aside, after the contest she was all for me, body, and soul. - Oh Lord Phillip, did you guys? Did you? - A gentleman never tells!

Then he uncapped a marker and wrote three words across the whiteboard behind him. WINNER TAKES ALL. He underlined them once. Slowly. “The Regional Committee released the invitations this morning,” he said. “We’re in. So are the Black Eagles.” My spine straightened. “This year’s tournament is different. No second chances. One team wins. Everyone else goes home. National scouts. NIL deals. Professional pathways. The whole thing.” I nodded, already calculating line combinations and special teams in my head. Coach watched my face. “There’s more.”

"I'm not a two-timing jerk like you, Seth. I told you before that I'm not marrying you. Nathan's the man I'm going to marry. I want to wear the wedding dress for his viewing pleasure. That watch is a wedding gift for him. "As for the recommendation letter… It's supposed to be a fair competition, isn't it? William is the most suitable candidate. Shouldn't he be entitled to the letter?" Seth's eyes had gone bloodshot at that moment. He didn't expect that I'd say such heartless things to him. Nathan quickly shielded me from Seth's gaze. "Stay away from her, Seth." Catherine rushed over to grab Seth as well. "Let's go, Seth." But Seth shook her off in disgust. "Get lost!"

"I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want. And what I want is Noah Jake." Mr. Cross shook his head, but I just laughed. "You don't understand, Mr. Cross," I said. "In the game of power, there are no rules. Only winners and losers. And I always come out on top.”

I wondered if that could truly be me one day. “Welcome everyone and congratulations to those who have made it this far. I remain impartial with equal pride that you have all succeeded and is filled with hope that anyone of you standing here shall win.” A round of applause followed suit. “I will now be stating the rules of this event. Just like every competition, the winner will be the chosen mate of Princess Ariana. The person who wins this year’s Royal Final will become the heir to the Warwick Kingdom and the future king.” An excited cheer came from the crowd. This was when my reality washed against me like rain. I tried maintaining my breathing, trying to give myself hope.