روايات وقصص ضمن Ender's Game Quotes And Page Numbers

I turned to look at him, exhaling rapidly before I talked. “I know he won't make that mistake of attacking first again. And if he plans to, we act on the famous quotes.” I said as I took a deep breath, wiping my face with my palm. “What famous quote are you talking about?” He asked as his eyes were opened widely, raising an eyebrow and looking rather curious. I smirked a little, tilting my head to face the direction of the crib of my baby. “Never interrupt your enemies when they are making a mistake,” I said slowly as if I were counting my words as they came out of my mouth. I adjusted on the bed, leaning forward a bit as I exhaled rapidly. Lucas took a deep breath as he licked his lips.

Quintin launched into another round without holding back. Thorne launched more forceful attacks this time. Quintin gave him a mischievous scowl, and Thorne just grinned and said, "Thanks for letting me win." In fact, Quintin was thrilled since he hadn't lost so joyfully in a long time. Another game was initiated. Quintin declared before they started, "Show me your real skill; don't treat me like some old fool." "Quintin, you've misunderstood me," Thorne said. Quintin sighed, "Hmph," and focused on the game. Quintin was defeated once more, which was not surprising. He set his pieces down and got to his feet. "I concede, thoroughly impressed." Quintin turned to the others before Thorne could r

"Your endurance is shit, son." "I gave it everything I had out there," I said, my voice tight with a mix of exhaustion and defiance. "Everything you had wasn't good enough," he shot back, his eyes boring into mine. "You're the star of this team, but you've got the stamina of a fucking cheerleader. When the game is on the line, in the final minutes, are you going to be able to perform? Or are you going to be bent over, gasping for air like a fish out of water while some nobody from the other team scores the winning goal?"

“Don’t make the bus do extra work.” “I just—” My breath hitched. “I didn’t even get to—” Say goodbye. Finish my manuscript. Prove I wasn’t pathetic. The thought lodged behind my teeth. “You died,” he repeated, more gently than I expected. “Car. Street. Lights. Splat. This is… after. Each stop is a round. You go in. The Game gives you an ‘Objective.’” He made quotes in the air. “You reach it, you get back on. You don’t…” He dragged a thumb across his throat.

Oh shit, and you were about to say ‘the girls. I rolled my eyes slightly in sarcasm. I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on the edge of the table. My voice was calm but confident . “Because I can’t imagine doing anything else. Because I’ve bled for the game. Because it’s the only place I feel like myself.” Huh, I guess you did know what to say, but why is everyone quiet? Shit, you should’ve just said the money. There was a pause. Gerald finally nodded once. He had the faintest trace of approval in his eyes that vanished as soon as it came, almost like I had imagined it.

I used the air quotes as I said that last sentence to push my point across. Nope, we didn’t owe Phillip Clark a thing. As long as Nate was happy and I could still see him, I would play the game and let him think he was winning all the while staying one step ahead of him at all times.

“Ezran.” “What?” “Stop talking about not being ultra-rich.” I snorted quietly, picking up the second controller. The game started. For a while, everything felt normal. “You’re losing,” Erik said smugly. “I’m not.” “You are.” I scoffed. I might not play games frequently, but I was an ace. “I’m letting you win.” I winked. “It's my way of being a generous host.” “I won't let you lose on purpose, Ezran Banks. Come at me like a real man.”

A useless manager, cause instead of making his players practice, he spoiled by getting them an easy victory. I'll make sure to add him on my revenge. " Guys, let's clash," I said glaring at the BIG gaming glare. END OF CHAPTER 26

"You brought four Hulks to a locker room to beat up one guy. That's your clever response?" "I thought the video would be enough to get rid of you finally." Everett continued, like I hadn't spoken. "I really... I thought that would be the end of you. But you've got a thick skull, Reynolds. And apparently a thick everything else, because here you are, winning all the games that you have no business winning."

Aside from not dying? “Give everything you have to win. Don’t let that arrogant jerk have all the glory.” Eldon said with a smirk. “Whatever you do, don’t use that one spell. You know the one I’m taking about- only oblivion will await you.” The spell to end everything. I nodded and left the safety of the palace.