Playing For Keeps Meaning Novels & Stories

Alpha Leo’s POV She looked at me with confusion in her eyes. She couldn't believe what I said for a moment as her mouth opened and closed on its own. “What… What was the meaning of what you just said? Games and rules? Why would an Alpha play games in his mansion? Are you going to create some gaming stations in the mansion where you and I will be playing games?” She asked, feigning ignorance, but it was clear to me that she knew that wasn't what I meant.

He waved at me. We did the sharing and started playing the cards. Almost ten minutes into the game, Kevin was already thinking of giving up. "you don't have to give up. Keep trying, you might be the next person to win." I told him. I have been winning him and he was not happy at all. And I couldn't stop the laughter that escaped my lips each time I won and he became sad. "But you have been winning." He pouted his lips as I played the second card in my hand and I was left with just one.

Like every cushion and fold of fabric had been arranged for a guest who wasn’t expected to stay. She turned back to him. “Why tell me any of this? You could have just ordered me to keep my eyes down and mouth shut.” Kael’s mouth curved — not a smile exactly, but close. “Because you’re not stupid. And I have no use for pieces that don’t know they’re in a game.” “And what happens to pieces that forget?” “Pieces that forget,” he said softly, “don’t last long enough to regret it.” For a moment, neither of them moved. The fire cracked in the grate. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolled the late hour.

And the Chairman was about to find out exactly what happens when you steal something from a man who has nothing left to lose. I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. The King was still on the board. But I just realized I wasn't playing chess anymore. I was playing for keeps. And I was going to win.

After all, I was only blind, not deaf. "Alexander, are you feeling alright? I thought I heard you making some noise." "No... Ah... Lyddie, you heard wrong... I... mm... might have a slight cold." I knew Kayla was trying to provoke me, but I really didn't want to listen to their live performance. "Did you catch a chill last night? I told you we shouldn't have done that by the window..." I pretended to be shy, and Alexander's side went quiet. He probably pushed Kayla away. Well, nobody likes hearing about being cheated on.

Not to anyone. She was playing for keeps. And if I stayed, I’d have to be ready to play too. But not by their rules. Not anymore.

It was time to take the traditional out of her vocabulary. The smack of Lloyd's pool stick striking a ball sliced the air, overshadowing the eighties music blaring from the speakers in the corner of the hall. He stayed bent over the table, arm outstretched as he watched the roll of the balls he just smacked into motion. "So, you gonna keep Karla coming to the shop? Or is this just a passing phase?" The three ball sunk into the side pocket. "And what about that other girl? What was her name?"

“I heard from my brother that you’re drinking here alone. So, I specially come over to take a look. Coincidentally, I can’t sleep either. I also want to come out and have fun. What are you guys playing? Count me in!” A beautiful woman smiled and said, “Yes, that’s great. We are playing a dice now!” When I heard this, I also joined in with interest. “Come, come, come, continue playing! It’s more fun with more people.” The few beauties started shouting and playing again! Under the stimulation of the atmosphere, Evan and Zachary also start playing. After a few rounds, I kept losing. “Five.” “Six.” “ You lose.” “Alas! I lost again!” I looked vexed!

"Remind the team about our game plan. We need to be aggressive, take risks, and play with heart." The game kicked off, and the battlefield came alive with the thunder of cleats, the clash of bodies, and the roar of the crowd. Jeremy watched with bated breath as his players executed the plays he had meticulously crafted during the week. Jeremy’s heart raced as he watched his players execute the plays they had rehearsed under his new regime. Each successful pass and rush was a testament to the team’s resilience, and Jeremy felt a swell of pride.

He smiles and I nod, still shuffling while looking at him. “Don’t go soft on me Ashton, if I win I want to actually win not be given a gap to slip through.” Dealing out the cards he grins at me. “What are we playing for?” He sits waiting. “Do we have to play for something? Can’t we just play for fun?” Something tells me he doesn’t play for fun often. So I consider it. “How about truth or dare? The winner is safe, loser picks.”