Losing At A Game Novels & Stories

he points and I see Charlie holding a ball saying, “Monroe, check it out! I got one!” “I told you that you would like it!” I tell her as I jog back to the court. The game finally ends and for the first time, I’m on the losing team. Cade and Xander stroll over to us and Xander says, “Monroe, is this your first time losing at a sport?” I cross my arms over my chest and say, “Doesn’t count, dodgeball isn’t a real sport.”

I am certain that all the color must have drained from my face as he just ended the video call. I pace frantically before beginning to hastily pack a bag. I would just leave surely I could figure this out. Suddenly I am running to the bathroom to be sick yet again. Laying on the cold tile floor with tears streaming down my blotchy cheeks reality crashes in on me as rational thought returns. There is no leaving a pack without permission and there is no way Drake will let me go. I have to come up with a plan and make sure I have the upper hand before I see Drake again. I am going to have to match power and wit with my alpha. If only I could talk to my old tormentor Drake and not my Alpha Drake

Aspen I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding as the buzzer blares, signaling the end of the game. We lost. We fucking lost the game to the Dynamos. The arena is electric with cheers, none of them for us. My teammates shuffle toward the bench in silence, heads low, their sticks dragging across the ice. I rip off my helmet and rake a hand through my damp hair, my chest heaving with frustration. I stay where I am at center ice, frozen, staring at the scoreboard. Three points. That’s all it took to rip the game from us.

When she looked up, she saw five faces looking at her as if they were watching a ghost. “What?” she asked them. “Did you expect me to die of an ankle injury?” “Well, you missed everything.” “What did I miss?” “Everything!” “Which is?” “The loser’s obligations to the victor.” “What!” “You missed your share of the duties and brought dishonour to us!” “What the hell are you talking about?” “She doesn’t know about loser’s obligations!” “See. When a house loses two matches out of three, they are declared a loser and they have to perform the loser’s obligations to the victors.”

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

I've got nothing left to lose. The referee drops the puck, and the game begins.

What lowlife is your sister off carrying on with out there? From an angle they couldn't see, Jenna watched me with a faint smile. A wave of helplessness crashed over me. I stamped my feet and denied it over and over. "No. No!" There was nowhere for all the pain in my chest to go. I gritted my teeth and lunged at Jenna. "You don't believe me? Then don't. "Claire is dead, and I'm done too. If I'm going down, I'm taking someone with me!" The stairs were right behind Jenna.

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

"We're in a game of chess. Rules change, positions change, players change, winners change, losers change, and most of all, objectives and goals change." I gave them a glum expression with a stoic face. Each word hammering in my chest and ears, replaying in my memory for the umpteenth time. "Oh, Allura... you lost the game." A dangerous game of wagering life and death. "It's game over."

I now know I cannot trust anyone. Logan was waiting for me. Logan was prepared to kill me. I can’t blame him. It is a game we are playing. The one with the most patients will win, and I will have to be patient. I know Logan can be patient as well, and that makes him as dangerous as me. It is as if we are playing chess. He took some of my pawns tonight, but I want his queen.