Real Player Never Lose Novels & Stories

Anna teases me and I laugh. "You know it's not like that. I'm just confused. On one hand there's Tyler who keeps giving me mixed signals. I don't even know where I stand with him at this point and then there's Jace who's asking me to be his girlfriend" I groan. "I think you should just be patient with Tyler,who knows he might feel the same way for you" Anna tells me while Tiffany advises me to move on and stop wasting my time hoping on Tyler. "You know one thing about Players? They never ever change no matter how hard you try. There's this saying. What is it again?" She puts her finger on her jaw as if thinking about something,"Yeah,once a player,always a player" she finishes.

And I'll be damned if I lose. ******************************************

Because no matter what all the things that happen, she will do something good. Won't lose, of course! It was Gerand who lost. Just have to, can't or regi must escape from crazy and stupid people like Gerand. Can't lose! Unbearably stupid and cruel. Right, that's what happened at this time. No matter what, Regi will never lose. That's what will happen! Various kinds of Gerand's sighing sounds came to the surface. That person easily got carried away with the flow of the game Regi was playing.

I will never be twice the loser. Never.

“Anyway, if you want to win more than five games in ten rounds, you have to win at least eight and lose two. If you win seven and lose three, then you’ll only get four billion bucks!” Another man grinned. “Furthermore, it’s practically impossible for someone like you to win, seeing as how you’ve never played this in your entire life.” Sharon thought about it, then she clenched her teeth and stood up. “Fane, you can’t just chop off your arm if you can’t afford to pay. If you can’t pay up, I’ll help you pay!” Fane was slightly touched when he heard that. He would be losing ten billion bucks if he lost ten games in a row. It was an enormous sum of money.

For a moment, Aera’s expression shifts from smug to surprised, before shifting back to smug. "Then it’s settled," Big Red chuckles. "Three rounds in the ring; the first to be knocked out twice loses."

The rain tapped softly against the plastic canopy. Looking at Hunter, I suddenly remembered the card from the night before our marriage registration. "Thank you for participating." I had once thought I was simply unlucky. I never drew the best prize. No one ever came back with the umbrella. I never received the kind of special treatment borne out of unconditional love. Later, I finally understood that it wasn't that I had bad luck. It was that from the very beginning, they had never included my name in the prize list. I looked at Hunter and said, "I've looked enough."

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

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