روايات وقصص ضمن Ender's Game Quotes And Page Numbers

Quero remarked, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Well, Nero, do you want to play a game?" Quero asked, turning his attention to Nero, who sipped his wine and continued to ignore him. "Are you afraid your little princess will find out I’m better than you?" Quero added, and Nero chuckled, amused by the suggestion. "My little princess undermines me a lot, but I’m sure she knows I’m far better than you," Nero replied coolly. "Of course," Lena said with a chuckle, siding with Nero. Quero shrugged, unbothered.

Gunther tells me a little about the Saturday game's tactics and what he is doing to get better and I tell him about the incidence with Raven. He doubles over in laughter when I tell her about spitting on her because he is the one who taught me that tactic. "I hope you made a nice generous gob and spit it like you are tired after an exhausting game." "Oh, trust me, I did." Then suddenly, his face grows serious, "Was she right?" "About what?"

Jordan quipped jokingly, smacking Lance on the back of his head as they both laughed. “Everyone, quit frolicking around and get your gears on for the game. We have just fifteen minutes left.” Eren's voice cut through the banter, commanding the team’s focus. “You guys heard the captain! Let's give out our hearts to this game!” Finn anchored, electrifying the locker room and igniting the team’s spirit in everyone. Eren moved to me, pulling me aside to a more quiet corner. “Hey, Eren —” I said, trying not to sound too awkward but casual but the truth was my heart was skimming at the edge of panic.

Third-Person POV The halftime break between the second and third quarters was long. Nate walked toward the resting area, helmet in hand. Coach Vince stormed over, pointing at Nate and yelling, “What the hell were you playing out there?!” Already furious, Nate snapped back even more defiantly, “What’s wrong with my performance?! Who scored the 6 points?” “That was just a field goal! Before the game, I told you to aim for touchdowns! Do you understand that?!”

I told her. “Ouch!” I bump something when I turn my back. “Hi, Quinn!” I know that voice! Evander. I just look at him with a cold emotion and continued to walk. “Let’s play. The winner will get a chance to request from the loser” he said. I didn’t bother to look back no answer him. “Unless you’re afraid. Weak” he’s really testing me huh. “Call,” I told him as I twisted back my body to him. Does he want to play? I’ll give that to him.

He walked towards Burak. Helder looked a little nervous. "What did I say? If you belittle an opponent, that is the moment when you are defeated. Never underestimate and never overestimate an opponent. We must play our best against everyone. " Burak was scared and somewhat timid. "Oh, you"re right my friend…" he said. Helder put his hand on Burak"s shoulder. "Look bro, never get me wrong. I know you still feel guilty that you missed the position in the last game. But with the final whistle of the match, that match is a thing of the past. You have to focus on your front, okay? "

I halted on my track and turned half-way around with a lopsided smile on my lips. It was unusual of Connor to say such, but I guess I didn’t know him much enough, and that brought me to a conclusion that Connor and I weren’t similar in any way. “I never said I can, because I fucking will, Connor. I already made a bet with someone and for the love of Christ, I’m definitely winning.” ……….. Five minutes before the start of the game, Coach Lincoln gather us around and reminded us of the skills and advice he had been giving us weeks before the game.

This is the only time he wanted attention from someone, the only person whom she can talk to about what's really happening in his life. The game ended with the engineering department winning: 92-88. Everybody blamed Peter for not focusing too much on the game. Peter never listened to whatever they said. His coach even yelled at him and directly blamed him for their lost but nothing mattered to Peter. He knows that the next day, this game will happen again and he could play better by then.

Ender studied the nun thoughtfully before he spoke, "I will see you this evening then. I'll see myself out" Rising from his chair, Ender left the room and Sister Ann leaned back in her chair, her hands steepled under her chin and her eyes closed in thought. As Ender strode down the hall, the door to the nun's office opened and the Mother Superior stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

When he finally defeated the final boss and the victory tune chimed, Zane leaned back, panting while his eyes stung like crazy. Remembering he had an audience, Zane schooled his features into a cocky smirk and turned to face Asher. "And that," he said, voice as cold as ever, "is how you play that shitty game." Asher began clapping his hands dramatically. "Wow, incredible. That was 'totally' your first time ever playing, right?" Zane forced his mouth into a thin line, forcing the urge to smile. "Right." Asher's grin widened. "Good. Because if you were to, let's say, test out a new game--one you might possibly, maybe, hypothetically like--what would you pick?"