I Won T Lose Novels & Stories

Cars passed at a steady speed. I opened my mouth to call him, but stopped. If I shouted, he might startle and run further into the street. Before I could decide the safest approach, Leo stood up, took a small step backward, and moved directly into the path of an oncoming car. My body locked for a fraction of a second. A cold, bitter thought surfaced — clear and ugly. Why should I risk myself for the child of the people who had spent years destroying my marriage? They had lied, stolen, and played me for a fool. Part of me wanted to stay frozen and let the consequences fall where they would.

“I've already increased my intelligence attribute but I still can't remember the past. Why did you come here?" . We all want to win at work, and in most aspects of life, winning is good, and we don't like to lose. No one wants to be a loser: but we tend to think that our victory means that there is someone, someone around us who should lose, but things don't. You must follow this vision.

Ever since I was brought back to the Colonna Famiglia, my adopted younger sister, Ilaria Colonna, has kept trying to push me into the arms of Luca Balzano, Don of the Balzano Famiglia. 99 times, to be exact. Every single time, she chokes out the same words to him. "The true Principessa of the Colonna Famiglia is the one you're supposed to marry. I'm nothing but an adopted daughter." She dumps every piece of jewelry Luca gives her into my room and keeps arranging opportunities for the two of us to be alone. She even drugs us both and locks us in a room together. Yet every single time, Luca pushes me away, choosing to spend the entire night soaking in ice-cold water rather than lay a finge

The Gambino family's highest decree: every Don must be married before taking office. So the moment I came back from studying abroad, my father sent me to intern at the family company run by my fiancé, Ethan Clark—to prepare me for taking over family operations, pave the way for me to become the next Don of the Gambinos, and, you know, build some chemistry between us while we were at it. The first day I walked in, I saw a woman holding court, surrounded by everyone, with everyone deferring to her, calling her "Mrs. Clark" with practiced reverence. She tore up a two-hundred-million-dollar contract, and they all applauded. She spotted the ring on my finger, and they all reached out to take it o

"Like… I’ve never really lost before." "You weren’t yourself, baby, and that’s okay." I cup his face, tilting his chin so he’s looking at me. "We all have off days. What matters is how you pick yourself up after that and move forward. Losing doesn’t take away anything from how great you are." His lips twitch into a small smile. "Thank you, Aria… I don’t know what I’d do without you." I scoff, rolling my eyes. "You’re always saying that."

He went quiet. “I know about you and Josh,” I added calmly. “The fake diagnosis. The fake amnesia.” That did it. His expression changed. “I run this city,” I continued. “If I want information, I get it.” I stepped closer. “Imagine your best friend losing his medical license because of you.” “And imagine what happens when the old woman finds out.” I held his gaze. “Take this as a warning, or a promise. Your choice.” I turned and walked out, slamming the door behind me.

If we hadn't stopped when we did, I was sure that he would have claimed me then and there in the living room. "Gaby, it was only for seven years. I can also live together with you for seven years and more! As your lawfully wedded husband!" Cyrus said, making me feel less insecure about myself. … The news that day was full of articles about Mitchell and Isabella. Meanwhile, not a single photo of Dad, Cyrus, or myself was published. Cyrus never backed away from danger. He kept me very well-protected. On the other hand, Mitchell was completely ruined. He lost all of his endorsements, and his fanbase literally disappeared overnight.

I don’t know it yet, but if I don’t change something soon, I will lose her without ever truly fighting for her. And that loss? That would be entirely on me…

I whispered, voice trembling as tears blurred my vision, each word soaked in the ache of everything I’d lost—and still hoped to fix. His warning cut through me like ice. “You know I don’t give second chances. If I see red flags, I’m out.” Each word wasn’t just a warning—it was a verdict hanging over me, slicing deeper than any wound. I swallowed hard, the weight of those words crushing my chest. I have to make him want to stay. I can’t lose him. Not after all this—never. Then, like a fragile thread holding me from breaking, his voice softened, trembling with something raw. “Don’t make me regret this.” It was almost breaking, and I could hear it—the vulnerability buried under his anger.

"Jonah, I'm so afraid that I'd lose the ability to love another after how he'd hurt me. I might never love a man the way I loved him …" "To live is to love. Lyse, as long as you're still breathing, you will never lose the ability to love." He lowered his gaze and patted her reassuringly. "Do not fret. Your brothers will be here to protect you no matter what happens. You just be your true self and pursue the love of your life. Live a life without regrets."