Beaten But Not Defeated Novels & Stories

"Yes, I no doubt lose the challenge and so do our bet" "How come. I can not seem to comprehend how you fall into that conclusion" "What do you mean? I didn't finish the game and lose in the last stage. It was a complete loss especially when I didn't gather myself much earlier..." Oliver can see clearly how the man in front of him undoubtedly accepts his defeat. Even if it is something that is nice to have, acknowledging one defeat without fighting for it is not a promising characteristic to possess. "You assume that you failed to win in our bet... How foolish of you"

The expression on my opponent's face was a mixture of shock and disbelief, mirroring the sentiment that undoubtedly resonated through the crowd. As the weight of the victory settled upon me, I maintained my outwardly cold demeanor. My triumph was not just a matter of physical prowess, but a reflection of the calculated approach I had taken. The scar that marred my face was a reminder of the challenges I had faced, the battles I had fought, and the scars—both visible and hidden—that had shaped me into the person I had become.

“ Why are you not fighting back?” Becker grinned, blood dropping from the corners of his mouth. “ Between us, who… who do you think….is the actual loser?” Becker asked. “ What?” Aspen arched his brows. “ What do you mean by that?” Becker giggled and spat out blood. “ Is it not still clear to you? You are beating a man who is not even fighting back. " “ What the hell are you saying? What are you up to?” “ Are you that curious?” Becker laughed hysterically.

Didn’t say a thing. And as I walked out of the gym, I realized something— I hadn’t just beaten Matteo. I had taken a piece of my power back. But it didn’t feel like victory. It felt like war.

I would not be broken. Not by them. Not by anyone.

Something that refused to break. I was done being afraid. I was ready to fight. *****

He can't judge when the pain is like this, I feel as though it's crushing me from inside and I just might crumble due to this pressure. One moment. We exhaled then sprang up. The battle won't finish unless there's a losing side, right now we seem to stay on it but we won't give up. Not until the scales are balanced then move straight to our favor. Until then we'll have the strength to fall flat and close our eyes. The bright side was that three men didn't lose their lives. Women didn't lose their husbands and children to their fathers. That's if not anything tipping the scales.

I replied with confidence but only just to provoke him. "Oooh, you're still as bold as ever even when you're left with only the bones and no flesh." He said, leaning back on his desk. He took a lusty look at me from head to toe, biting his mouth. It was as if he already undressed me but with his eyes. Even when you loose a game, just make sure to dress like the winner, as confident and sexy as ever, only then you can get in the nerves of your opponent, and that was exactly what I did.

Unexposed. Victorious.

Before I could react, his sword tapped mine in the perfect strike. “Three points to Bellamere.” My chest heaved with the weight of defeat. With nine points, he had won. He lowered his sword and gave me a small nod. “You did well,” he said with a surprisingly gentle voice. “Better than I expected for a newcomer.” I wanted to hit him and storm off. And maybe never speak to him again. But something in the way he spoke made me pause. “You need to understand something,” he continued, walking closer, voice low enough for only me to hear. “You can't beat me. Never.”