Winner X Loser Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"Winner gets to ask something from the loser, and the loser can't refuse." Kat let out a roaring laugh. "Oh, God. Your stakes could use some more work, but they will do for the moment. Basically, winner asks a request that the loser can't turn down?" When he nodded, she held her arms open in a bragging gesture. "Bring it on, Cake Boy."

"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!"

Luca said, “let’s both say it together.” “What if we both say the same thing?” “When we get there, we will cross it.” He sipped from the coffee as he shifted. I nodded Luca began. “1.” My heart thrummed. “2” I swallowed hard. “3.” “Boy,” I said at the same time as Luca. “Girl,” Luca said. Luca dropped the empty cup in the sink and strode towards me. “What does the winner get?” His gaze bored into mine. “The loser gives the winner whatever he wants.”

"A game?" He nodded. "We'll both ask each other questions and anyone that doesn't answer loses." I raised an eyebrow at him. "And what does the loser do?" "I'm glad you asked," He grinned, " The loser will do anything the winner asks. That seems fair enough no?" The game wasn't a bad idea and whatever the outcome was, I was still going to benefit from it. I needed to know why my wolf was so drawn to him and I was going to use this opportunity as a way to find that out.

Xander smirked and Serenity fought back a chuckle. “Best out of thirty wins, the loser gets to make the loser do whatever they want for an hour.” It was only after the words were out of her mouth and Xander’s face contorted in lust that Serenity realised the implication of her words. “I- uh…” Serenity’s cheeks flushed red. Alexander cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with her, “Let’s just say the loser has to cook the winner dinner, yeah?” Nodding furiously, Serenity blew out a shaky breath and brought her hand out in a fist in front of her.

The overall loser ended up being Amanda. "Sadly, this activity of gaming has come to an end and unlike we expected, our dearest Mark finally redeemed himself, leaving his title of a sore loser to our very own, Amanda West" Alan announced and Amanda scoffed, annoyed at the turn of events "And we just can't let a loser go free, so Miss West you will have to drink 2 shots of vodka in 30 seconds," he said and stepped aside to reveal 2 shots of vodka on the table; which wasn't there previously.

I declare firmly before smirking. Josh, as the biggest loser, would have to come in second because he can't be the winner of losing, so he's still a loser even at being a loser.

He looked at the stage with an expression she could not immediately read. "And in week five," Knox continued, "our champion and our Royal Luna will meet in this arena for the final time. One fight. The winner receives freedom, full legal emancipation from all contracts with this establishment, and ten million dollars." He let that settle. "The loser dies under these lights." Nobody spoke. Even the patrons above, men and women who spent their weekends watching wolves tear each other apart for entertainment, held a particular quality of silence that came from understanding they were witnessing something unprecedented.

All I see is an outside movie and I'm the only audience. It was the last turn and Cryx and I were neck-on-neck to see whoever wins the competition. Cryx and I have a winning streak, it's both 49-49. So whoever reaches fifty first will be the victor, and the loser will do per the winner's wishes. Hehe, I can't wait to make him do my bidding. "You're going down, man!" I yelled. "In your dreams, I'll wipe that confident grin off your face once I win!" He yelled back.