Playing For Keeps Meaning 소설 & 이야기

I plastered my chip right on its trunk. He said we should keep on walking as we proceed further to the Game. It doesn't have any rules but it's continuous until it's finished by the players of it. We are one of those. Soon they will be here too, and it's making me nervous. Perchance because I was playing it sincerely. Perhance because I know Gideon was bored the whole time like he's not delighted to the thought of being stuck here with me in the Game. Perhance I wanted to stay.

"You keep this up and you'll lose Cynthia." "What game?"

“Looking pathetic is better than being pathetic. You are the pathetic one.” His eyes narrowed. “Still stubborn. Why am I surprised?” I smirked, even as my body ached. “You shouldn't be because I got it from you.” Karl’s jaw clenched, but his voice stayed calm, dangerous in its restraint. “Let's play a father and son game.” “You lost the chance a long time ago,” I retorted. “The game will be called ‘why game’,” he continued. “Why would I do that with you?” I asked.

“When I play, I don’t play to win. I will play until the end.” His men chuckled, but the sound rang hollow, forced. Even they heard the promise threaded through my words. Harper’s smirk only sharpened. “Big words,” he drawled. “Let’s see if they mean anything.” The game began.

He asked, pricking Kat's curiosity. "What do you mean by that?" She asked curiously. "Have you forgotten the saying? Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. That's just the perfect way to play this silly game he is trying to play with you." He replied. "What game are you talking about sir?" She asked cluelessly and Major Daniels smiled as usual. "Doesn't asking to sign a contract out of nowhere seem like a game to you?" He asked and Katherine seemed to be having deep thoughts about it.

And just when he'd nearly forgotten about them. "Shit," he hissed, hands pulling away and dropping in defeat. There was no point trying to force them to return it. Keep-away was not a game that would get old fast for his teammates. They would have their fun. Gunner would bug him about whatever stupid text they were no doubt sending, and then Khyle could forget the whole thing.

“We have to be patient. Let me play this from the shadows. If I move too fast, they’ll win.” Her instinct screamed against waiting every hour the rumors spread was another blow to her name but the intensity in his eyes made her pause. “And in the meantime?” she asked. “In the meantime, we make them believe they’re winning,” he said. “Then, when they’re comfortable, we strike.” Later that night, Callie sat alone in her apartment, replaying his words. She wanted to believe in his plan, but the thought of being painted as a fraud for even one more day made her skin crawl.

She frowned looking off. "Well, I certainly don't remember myself promising to act as Stephen Colbert for you while agreeing to this marriage with a child." I wantedly stressed on the word child to push her button and force an expression out of her emotionless face. Child! I'll show you how much of a child I am after the game. Whatever, let's play question all-day game. Whoever stops asking questions loses the game. Senno blue eyes! Senno in defence means ready.

“I haven’t seen them in forever. We should say hi after the game.” “We will, The game dragged on and my stress levels went from bad to catastrophic, especially when we hit 24-24 which is a deuce. “Whoever scores two points in a row wins,” I explained the meaning. “So this could go on forever if they keep trading points.” “That’s the worst rule I’ve ever heard,” Naomi said. I pressed both hands over my face. “I can’t watch this. Someone tell me when it’s over.” “It’s almost over,” Naomi said, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hands down. “Look, Luca’s up to serve again.”

to each other. We were the only thing that mattered. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't playing for the win. I was playing for keeps.