Winner X Loser Novels & Stories

"Why would I do something stupid like that?" "Whoever wins can ask the loser for anything as long as it's within normal limits. How's that?"

I breathed, running my hands through my hair, “Fighting to the death isn't something to be toyed with. Would you kill your fellow man just to earn the title of a winner?” “I would do that a thousand times.” Jayden smiled, crossing his legs, “Everyone is only interested in the winner. Once the loser's dead, I'll get all the attention. Besides, we both have to settle this. There can only be one winner this time.” Hearing his words, I let out a loud chuckle. If this was about the last battle, then Jayden must have lost a screw in his brain. It was a fair fight. My pack warrior had emerged as the winner, but I guess he wasn't able to handle the shame of losing.

I took out the things as I said. "What, you don't know how to play? then I will teach you. " " ok," he said. " ok. then we will keep a chess competition. if any of us won more than two rounds in a total of 5 rounds. The person will be titled as the winner. The loser should listen to the winner's words. ok? " " ok " haha. chess is my favorite game. In chess, I won't easily get lost. I am a master of chess.

There was no taunting from him, nor were there any excessive actions to kickstart the lethal battle in the ring. Excessive words or actions would contribute to determining the winner and the loser. "Sir …" Aldus mumbled anxiously as he stood outside the ring, shrouded in darkness. From his extensive experience as a mercenary for many years, he could tell that Austin was on the losing end. Wolf took the initiative to strike first. Aldus also took in how nervous Austin was. Boom! Though it seemed like a normal blow to Austin's face, he felt like his face had been shattered with a hammer. Overwhelmed by the dizziness, he slammed to the ground with a loud wail.

Bought me a $10 million penthouse in West Hill, too. "Face it—I'm the one winning this time." I stayed quiet, even as she jabbed her manicured finger into my forehead. When I didn't respond, she huffed, bored, then kicked me one more time for good measure before strutting away.

was a brief, beautiful illusion, a moment of calm before the storm that would decide the fate of the three cities. The "Loser Heir" was coming home to Townsville. And the world was waiting to see if she would truly become the queen she was born to be.

Hye Jin added. "Like, what kind of things?" I asked. "Well, stuff like kissing, touching boobs or ass, or some other intimate body part, and...you know...other stuff," Soo Min answered with a bright smile. "That's a lot of stuff..." I mumbled. "If people lose, then the winner gets to decide how much of something they want to do with the loser. You know what I mean? When you lose, you're basically saying, 'Do whatever you want with me,' and you gotta follow through with it. But the loser has to do whatever the winner says," Soo Min explained.

Wendy listened to Asher's introduction. She exclaimed, "Horses No. 3 and No. 8 seem to be the best contestants out there. "If nothing unexpected happens, the winner will be between them. If everyone bets on them, wouldn't you lose all your money?" Sebastian smiled and said, "Mr. Chadler always loses money whenever he invites people over to bet on horses." Victoria thought she heard wrong and looked at Asher in disbelief. "You suffer a loss every time?"

"Aren’t you a little too old for that?" "Not at all." He let go of my chin. "There are games meant only for adults. And to make things interesting, the loser owes the winner a wish." "Within reason," I added quickly, just in case. "What are the rules?" I was genuinely curious. The prize was worth it. I’d win—and make him stay away from me. "We take turns asking three questions each. Whoever refuses to answer—or lies more—loses." "And how are we supposed to know when someone’s lying?"

What was more, their urge to defend the honor of soldiers and human beings got the better of their fear of death. "Yes, sir. We will go ahead even if it's the lion's den, let alone a painting," Jiang Tao replied loudly. "Glad to hear you say yes, but I still have one question. What should we base on to determine who is the winner and who is the loser?" A scornful smile played around the corner of the elderly Winged's lips. "The survived will be the winner, and the dead will be the loser." Chu Xun's voice sounded icy. The elderly Winged's smile froze on his face. "Okay. I agree."