I Won T Lose Novels & Stories

“You see, love? Swift. Absolute. You won't have to live in fear anymore. I am here for you. I'm not leaving your side.” I nn

And if she never forgives me I’d be fine. But my child would grow up to know me. I had lost Elara once. And I’d be damned if I lost this baby as well.

“You’re allowed to give me a moment to do it.” He accepted that. Picked up his keys. “It was your writing that made me think of it,” he said. “So it would be yours too, if you wanted it to be. Not mine with your name attached. Yours, with whatever support I can offer.” He left. I stood in the kitchen for a long time after the front door closed. I called Kendrick at ten. “Question,” I said when he picked up. “Always a bad sign,” he said. “If someone wanted to use a platform to advocate for better support and research funding around pregnancy loss. Real advocacy, not just content. Could that be a direction?”

not yet. I breathed in through my nose and kept my hands on my lap, fingers digging into my skin as I forced myself to stay composed. Let her talk. Let her smile. Let her think she’s won. Because the day I speak—the day I take center stage, will be when their empire starts crumbling. I’ll show them. Not with screams. Not with tears. But with poise, precision, and a smile that tells them they never stood a chance. I’ll show them how professional I am, and how to get my revenge professionally.

" I say forcing a smile. "There's someone else?" He asks and I don't even have to say anything because he can see it on my face. "Okay so how about one game before we leave?" I ask feeling horrible for ruining our date. "Are you sure?" He asks. "Are you scared to lose?" I ask back and Nick smirks. Playful Nick is back and that eases me a little. We play around for a while, he lets me win but swears he didn't. Then he takes me home.

said Vanilla in a lazy tone. "You think my mom will listen to me?" Beck told the truth, his mother would be furious if he thwarted the match because last night he had agreed without coercion. "Why?" "Mama wants you to be her daughter. Oh, my gosh! Why don't you just be adopted by my family?" Beck growled. He didn't understand why Vanilla was so wanted by his parents. "If you don't dare to speak, it's better not to fight," said Vanilla as she lay down again and covered her head with a blanket.

I whisper to myself, “I’ll ask Enrie for his blessing. I’ll make this real before they take it away from me, before I lose him, before I lose everything again.” And this time, I won’t lose him, no matter what I have to become.

They included terraced fields in Winwich, snow-capped mountains in Lhamo, a small fishing village by the sea, and the neon lights of the city. In every photograph, there was a ray of light hidden. That was the world I saw, one without Lydia. At the end of the exhibition hall was a wall, and on it was only a single line of text. "To the one I once loved, and to the self I have finally become." Lydia stood before that wall and suddenly laughed. She was laughing at herself for finally understanding that some things, once missed, could never come back. She turned to leave, only to see me standing not far away, looking at her.

Winner takes all. The night before game seven, I couldn't sleep. Jay was next to me. His arm was around my waist. His breath was warm on my neck. "You awake?" I whispered. "Yeah." "Can't sleep?" "Scared?" "Terrified." Jay pulled me closer. "You're going to be great." "You keep saying that." "Because it's true." "What if we lose?" "Then we lose. And we try again next year." "I don't want to try again next year. I want to win now."

"But I have confidence in myself, and in you. Even if my family is no longer backing me, I won't fall. And even if you're still weak, you should move toward your goal. This time, I'm with you—unless I fall first, you cannot retreat." His words were gentle yet firm, a steady current of energy that filled Winnie's heart. She blinked, cheeks flushed, gazing at him for a long moment, and then smiled faintly. "Then don't blame me if you lose." "If I lose, I accept it. You win, you win," Michael said, pulling her close into his arms. … The next morning, Winnie headed to work early. She was determined—no matter what, she had to pass the evaluation.