I Won T Lose Novels & Stories

He ends this statement with a soft kiss. Hell, what do I have to lose? This is who I am.

What better way to help me not over think stuff than a glass of wine? “No, it’s okay. In life, some you win, some you lose.” I have had some losses in my life, some that I am grateful for, others that pained me, but I still moved on, so I know this one too will pass. “That is something Clay would say.”

"We prepare. We train. We fight. We don't give up. We don't give in. We survive. We do whatever it takes." "And if we lose?" He was silent. The only sound was the crackling of the dying fire. Then he said, "We don't. We can't. Because if we lose, we lose everything. And I'm not going to let that happen. Not to this pack. Not to you. Not to us." I pulled my hand away. Stood up. Walked to the window. The snow was falling again. Soft. Silent. Beautiful. "Kael," I said.

“You don’t get to decide what I can handle, Jordan.” “Maybe not,” I said tightly, “but I can decide what I won’t lose.” She froze. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I let out a slow breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “It means I can’t lose you. Not after everything.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, raw and unguarded.

As I walk in I make a resolve to myself. Whatever game Adrian is playing I won’t let him win I won’t let anyone take away what I have built And if he thinks a single proposal will break me Then he doesn’t know me at all.

As I walk back toward my room, there’s only one thought sitting firmly in my mind. One truth I can’t shake. And as a slow, satisfied grin spreads across my face, I realize something else. I might be the happiest man alive right now. And that? That’s dangerous. Because I now know exactly what I stand to lose. And I’m not the kind of man who loses what’s his. Not without a fight. Not without burning everything down first.

he said, pulling me towards a door, “You should know better than disobeying. Just stay put or less harm will come to you” I didn’t speak. Speaking would just lead him to let out more anger. Punish me further. If that was even possible. I still felt the harsh feeling of blood loss and fatigue clouding over me. My adrenaline was slowly running out. I didn’t know what would happen once it was gone. I’d probably just collapse and he could do what he wanted with me.

I'll send you a video when it starts. "Old man, if I were you, I'd have bowed out long ago. Clinging to her like this is just pathetic." Before, I wouldn't have responded. But this time, I did. I texted back, "If you love Tessa so much, then you'd better hold on to her tight." I wanted to see if he'd still stay by her side when she lost everything. After sending the message, I was feeling so drained that I just wanted to set my phone down and catch a nap. Just as I was about to drift off, my phone rang.

I just realized I was stuck to the wall. “All you have is yourself and if you’re against yourself, then you lose,” he dictates. Did he mean that I'm a loser?

“Because it matters.” “To you?” “Yes.” “I can’t fail,” I said quietly. “You won’t,” he said. “You don’t know that.” “I do.” “How?” “Because you’re not the kind of person who gives up.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It is when it counts.” I shook my head. “You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand.” “I can’t afford to lose.” “You won’t.” I looked at him. “You keep saying that like it’s guaranteed.”