Play Nice But Win Novels & Stories

Alex replied and Nicklaus nodded. " But can you make invincible weakening pin? Not even the king can make that!" Nicklaus asked and Alex nodded. " Whoa!!! That's impressive!" He commented. " I know!" Alex replied, feeling proud. " Eww!" Nicklaus made a disgusting face. " Your arrogance is irritating! But... I think you don't have to go that far to make her win because I already find out a way to make her win without having to try so much. " Nicklaus told him and Alex jolted up! " What? Are you that happy to hear me say that?" Nicklaus asked as he was surprised with the sudden reaction from Alex.

Tony rolls his eyes before smirking at me. “Sorry,” I smile, laying down a full house Aces full of Kings. “How do you do that?” Krista laughs, handing all the cards to Tony for his shuffle. “I’m really sorry,” I say, arranging my winning chips in piles. “She wins, the same way she gets the pack to do whatever she wants,” Tony tells us. “She smiles.” “Show me those cards so I can smile at them too,” I tease him. “Couldn’t you just smile at me?” Tony asks.

“ The girl going home is Color peach. “ That was Eunice. She had tears standing at the bridge of her eyes as she said her final goodbyes. Dencia suspected that something was off with the results, but she thanked the stars that she wasn't on the chopping block. Lindy was enraged, how on earth did dencia win the round when she didn't even play the game? It was definitely Thane who gave her the win in agreement to his insane plane. Lindy was no fool, she would not give away her chances to win the game because one triplet promised her riches off game, she would give her absolute best In the next game. But little did she know that there was a price for disobedience.

I took a deep breath. "FIFA 2020" "Can I play? I bet I can beat you," she said pointing a finger at me. I scoffed. "Sweetheart, this game is for men." "I play with Russell all the time, and I always win" "Because he let you" "Well, if you're not afraid of being a loser, play against me. If I win, you give me a hundred dollars cash. If you win-" "I'll give two hundred dollars if you beat me. If I beat you, you'll wash the royal feet with your favorite shirt for a whole month, and massages"

"Babe ehn. Why can't you just follow Adam's principle? In life, we win some, we lose some." "My words. Why are bringing that into your conversation?" Adam said, drawing our attention to him. "Ogbeni, calm down, we can't even tap from your philosophy again?" "Don't even mind him. Winsome, lose some and he'd never allowed me to outrun him. He's always hell-bent on winning our races. Rubbish." Sophia said with a snort, earning a chuckle from Adam. "So, you're saying I should intentionally let you win?"

Giving him a glance that could stop a flying vehicle at Edsa, she waited until Aida poured her spilled drink, then sat down at the table and said, "Try not to boast, Chris. It's so unattractive." He was not accustomed to the woman's criticism. The women who were with him were so careful in whatever was said, they had already swallowed their own tongues before uttering such harsh words on his shortcomings. That she suffered no such hesitation appealed to him in ways she couldn’t begin to imagine. He devoted his entire life to challenging unfavorable odds. And took great pleasure in beating them. Taking the bottle of wine as he passed, he joined her and filled their goblet. There is nothing li

“Play the hand, sunshine.” My tipsy brain decided I had something to prove. “Fine. But when I win, you’re both doing my laundry for the week.” Liam’s smirk deepened. “Deal.” Two minutes later, I slammed my last card down. “Wait—” Liam and Jace exchanged a glance like they’d been waiting all night for this. Liam leaned back in his chair, looking infuriatingly satisfied. “And that’s game.” “No,” I said flatly. “Yes,” Jace corrected, his voice maddeningly calm.

Max, laugh lines formed on his cheeks and his Adam’s apple bobbled as he spoke, “I didn't take advantage of you. You let yourself get distracted, and I took advantage of your distraction. Remember your words, ‘this is not a game you play with muscles but a game that requires IQ’. So that's exactly what I did.” Even though Max was a point ahead of me and needed a point to win the game, I made sure he found it difficult to win. This time, I was determined and focused, not letting anything distract me, not even Max's charming words. After a while of playing, I was able to re-equalize the game. So we're at four points each, looking for the golden goal to know the winner.

The answer came sharper than intended but she barely reacted because after months of dealing with me, comments like that probably no longer qualified as surprising. For a few seconds silence settled between us while the game footage continued playing in the background and players skated across the screen in endless repetition, then Maya crossed her arms and glanced toward me again. “You know that’s not normal, right?” I frowned. “What isn’t?” “The fact that winning seems to make you more miserable.” The observation irritated me immediately because it sounded uncomfortably accurate. “I’m not miserable.” “You looked happier losing arguments.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s not a real measurement.”

"I like the view from here." If Punky didn't like me before, she certainly didn't warm up to me after that comment. Everyone else chuckled at Max's cheekiness. I suppressed my own laughter, but the foolish grin on my face didn't go unnoticed as I shook my head and gave Max a playful finger gesture from behind. I heard him chuckle at my little act, and we resumed the match, which we later won 25-16, thanks to Max's and Ethan's incredible teamwork at the net.