Losing At A Game Novels & Stories

In the comments, he’d posted a simple explanation saying, “I lost in a game.” Zoey knew that he was very close to that group of friends. They must’ve had dinner together that night. Zoey had played games with him, too, and it was always with money, but she’d never won him. He’d never lost either. The only times he lost were when he did it on purpose. She liked his post and regretted it a few seconds later, so she unliked it. She thought Laurence wouldn't see it, but just as she was about to turn off her phone, she got a text from him. “Have you reached?”

Abruptly, Asher stood. “I forfeit.” “You can’t do that,” Nicole said. She looked at Aimee. “Can he do that?” Aimee shrugged. “W-wait.” I hurried to stand, following him. “But you didn’t answer.” “I lost,” he said. “So the game’s over, and I don’t have to.” I didn’t understand why he was being so evasive. I really, really wanted to know his answer – even if it hurt me.

All the boys in the room chanted it in unison. "Exactly!" I replied. “Of course, we haven’t forgotten that, boss.” Allen conceded. “But let me remind you about one thing. Our team just lost a member. Meaning, we are incomplete now. And we are running out of time for our next tournament. Unless we concede, which I believe you won't agree with me.” Conceding or losing is not listed in my vocabulary. I was born to be perfect. A winner in any kind of competition. Ball games? Wealth competition? Handsome competition?

I opened it, took out the bills, and held them out to him. "This is what I earned these past few months, at the 'night spots' on the edge of the 'Forest of Pleasures,' from passing merchants and mercenary groups… for drinking with them, singing for them, gambling with them." "A mug of cheap ale, one silver wolf coin. Singing a folk song from their hometown, three silver wolf coins. Gambling a round with them… if I won, it was mine. If I lost… if I lost, I had to let them…"

“We count how many games each team wins at the party, then losers have to do a task of some kind determined by the winners. For example, last week Ethan and Cam had to wash our cars for us while wearing pink thongs.” I laugh and say, “I see why Cam might be concerned about me playing.” “Yeah, but we’re up three games, so it’s not like it’s a big deal if we lose this one,” Axle assures me. “I’m going to pretend not to be insulted that you guys all seem to be so sure I’m gonna make us lose,” I say placing a hand on my hip.

“Puzzle game?” “I can do that,” I replied. “But there has to be a penalty for losing.” He raised a brow. “Like what?” “Money. I know you don’t joke with that.” He laughed. “You’re sure you want to go there?” “I don’t back out,” I said. We set it up, and agreeing to it was a bad idea. Adrian was ridiculously good. Like… annoyingly good. I kept losing, over and over again. At some point, I even accused him of cheating just to save face. He calmly reset the game each time and still beat me.

She even had to top up another one hundred over thousand dollars to make up for the losses… That was more than a hundred thousand dollars! Elaine felt very uncomfortable, and she felt as though she was breaking apart mentally. Hannah hurriedly persuaded her, “Oh! Elaine, it cannot be possible for you to win every game anyway! You have already won so many games. It does not matter if you lose one game. You will get back all of your losses almost right away!” Linda also smiled as she said, “Yes, it is just one round anyway. We are going to play many more rounds today!”

Leah made a u-turn around the convenience store to the filling station in front of it. Both parties were silent; Leah discreetly watched John in her peripherals while she shut off the air conditioning and rolled down her window to light a menthol cig. He was in search of something. His gaze was elsewhere out the window. Instead, he looked uneasy, probably looking for the nearest toilet. Leah smiled to herself; her instincts could be right. John downed 16ounces of water in two sittings; his bladder would be filled by now.

For the rest of the game, when I wasn't watching Honey and the coach for cues, I watched the field, trying to figure out what was happening—and more importantly, if everything was going according to plan. When the Lizards got the ball, Jared, still in full mascot mode, jumped up and down in exaggerated despair, getting the crowd to do the wave over and over. But as the game dragged on, we all got less enthusiastic. Less jumping. Less shouting. Eventually, our feet barely left the ground. We lost. 14-7. *** As we were herded back toward the locker rooms, Honey and I quietly slipped away, heading back to the bathroom where we'd first changed.

She soared through the air, her agility and precision leaving the Gamblers grasping at shadows. The Denver Outlaws, a unified force, continued their reign of dominance in the league, obliterating the Las Vegas Gamblers with an unstoppable onslaught. The crowd erupted with each touchdown, the elation and pride of their city palpable in the air. It was a display of pure football mastery, a testament to the unwavering spirit of the team.