Winning The Week Novels & Stories

sweethearts. it's been such a long time, almost to infinity. Finally, we're here. Wining Walker is quite going to be a beautiful and complicated read. You can already feel it like I do, right? I'll be dropping a chapter tomorrow, but after that, I would only upload 3 new chapters each on Saturdays and sunday's due to my busy schedule during work days. I promise to make it worth your perseverance. Thanks for putting up with my inconsistency. Don't forget to comment, vote, and share.

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.

The following week went the same too, I was kinda getting used to the way things were now. Work my ass off during the week and then see Kathy on Friday till she leaves on Sunday. This past weekend the competition took a different turn. We had to pick a paper from a cap and the country that we picked was going to battle us and the one with the lowest score from the judges was sent home. It was frightening as fuck to know that it was anyone's game and we definitely needed to up ours so that we can stay.

“…isn’t just because it’s convenient, or because I’m here. I need to know it’s because I’m yours, and you are mine, no matter the miles between us.” The fight drained out of him slowly, replaced by a dawning, reluctant acceptance. He saw the necessity in my eyes, the fierce, protective love that was driving this painful decision. He was silent for a long moment, his gaze roaming my face as if memorizing it. “A week,” he finally said, the words sounding torn from him. “An entire fucking week without you.” The raw ache in his voice was my undoing. More tears fell. “I know.”

So, he could only achieve it by getting both himself and Mason hurt. "The process isn't important. The results speak for themselves." Austin's smile suddenly relaxed a little. "The victor will be king. It's the results that determine the victor, right?"

The simple confidence in his voice made me feel like I could do anything, like the House Games were already mine to win if I wanted them badly enough, like I could take on anyone and come out victorious. Freya was watching us with that expression she got when she was filing away information for later analysis. Nyx was smiling into her food like she knew something we did not. And Miss Lily was still talking about the competition rules and the grand prize and all the things that made this coming week the biggest event of the year.

"Like what?" "Remember what you wanted." Ann thought for a moment. "There was a leadership program I wanted to apply for." Sarah's eyes lit up. "See?" "It was years ago." "Programs still exist." "I have a child." "You have a child, not a prison sentence." Ann laughed despite herself. Sarah smiled. "You can be a mother and still have dreams." Ann touched her stomach. "I want my children to be proud of me." "They will be only if you let them." Sarah said.

Pat walked to the centre of the floor and the room went quiet. She stood there for a long moment, long enough that Cole visibly deflated. "What a week," she said, her eyes gleaming in excitement. "I've been doing this a long time." She looked around the room slowly. "And I know the difference between couples performing for cameras and couples who have actually built something in front of them." She paused. "This week I watched both." She opened her clipboard and closed it again without looking at it. "The couple who won this week didn't make a production of it, they didn't announce themselves, they just showed up every single day and did the work." She paused again. "Playbook Olympics, week

He is in so much trouble. “It’s kind of a tradition in our family. Everyone is so caught up with work that we hardly get to spend time together for longer periods. So every third Sunday of a month, we organize the Match of the Champions,” Aira explained. Jax took over and continued, “The winners of the last match choose their champions for the next match and any of the pack members can bet on them. Last time Ryder and Chester won so this time they will choose their champions,” he supplied. “Wow ! That is very cool !!” I praised with genuine eagerness. “I will surely recommend the same back at my pack too !” I added with bursting enthusiasm.

He looked at the wheel and the people looking on expectantly, their asses stuck to their seats that had also promptly appeared out of thin air. He spun the wheel and instantly began speaking. "One wheel, eight fighters. One of whom we know nothing of his capabilities. There can only be one selection! Who will be the man or woman to begin the match this dark night? Who will begin the fight towards underground fame and money? Five wins and you are in! Three losses and you are out! Who will get in? Who will lose out? Will there even be a winner this week? Too many questions, too few answers..." At this point, the wheel had almost stopped. Horr's loud voice grew even. louder in excitement.