Real Player Never Lose Novels & Stories

"Sorry to disappoint you, but this is the real Sam." "Well even if this is disgusting, I am happy to see the real Sam again in between. So we are in for pool this evening?" "We could dart instead if you like. But your chances in winning pool are bigger. Which is still left down to like zero-point one percent." "You have no idea how I play darts," he reasons. "Perhaps, but I know how I play. Believe me, you have no chance what so ever." "You always need to be winning?" "Yep, that's in my nature. You know I like kicking everyone's asses. So be ready to lose, "I chuckle.

It’s the glittering, sweet-smelling, dream ticket out of their miserable, pathetic lives: the irresistible £5,000,000 Free Stake. The idea? Put a hundred K in there that didn’t belong to you in the first place, and win five million. It fucking fries their brains. Even the most cautious, most level-headed gambler will forget that he walked through my front door, the man who never loses. What does the man who never loses, rush to his club like a slave running to his master, on a Friday night for, you ask? Even when his head is fucking killing him?

He answered without glancing at me, "It has an enchantment that balances the strength of the players." "Oh, to make it fair..." And as I observed, the first one to fall out of the stage loses. Shun was cracking the opponent's arm when I saw him looking at me. I looked away, and instantly, his opponent was outside the stage. I approached the stage after the host announced the final chance to defeat Shun. All of their mouths were put into silence when I raised my hand.

Santos: I was perfect and you know it. I almost smiled. Santos: The ring is real, by the way. Don't lose it. My heart stopped. I looked at the ring again. The way it sparkled. The way it fit perfectly. Real. My hands started shaking. My phone buzzed one last time. Santos: Goodnight, fake mate. Dream about me💕 I stared at the text over a million times, feeling the rapid beat beneath my palm. Tomorrow would bring new battles, but tonight… tonight Santos had made the lie feel dangerously close to truth. And part of me wasn’t sure I hated that. The game has just begun.

Neil froze in that instant, while Kenji kept his eyes away from mine. "He isn't, he can't. The Rush pack has never lost a fight. This won't be any different."

The Gambino family's highest decree: every Don must be married before taking office. So the moment I came back from studying abroad, my father sent me to intern at the family company run by my fiancé, Ethan Clark—to prepare me for taking over family operations, pave the way for me to become the next Don of the Gambinos, and, you know, build some chemistry between us while we were at it. The first day I walked in, I saw a woman holding court, surrounded by everyone, with everyone deferring to her, calling her "Mrs. Clark" with practiced reverence. She tore up a two-hundred-million-dollar contract, and they all applauded. She spotted the ring on my finger, and they all reached out to take it o

Some banners that are being lifted bear her full name with ‘winner’ attached to it. I focus on my opponent, too much distractions might cause me to lose my balance and fall. The rules of game is simple, anyone will falls or crosses on the red line that circles around the pit will lose the game automatically. Falling three times will also be counted as losing. Neymara and I will fight until one of us breaks the rules. It doesn’t matter if we take the whole day to fight. Although I do not intend to take long because after this, I will find my wolf with the help of Jared.

Charles replied mockingly. “You want to fight me? One-on-one, with such unbalanced stakes? If YOU have the guts, let's raise the stakes a level. If you beat me, then yes, you have my business and my team. However, if I beat you, not only do you reveal the location of your extra cronies, you also reveal the location of your higher power’s headquarters. Also, you surrender your business and teams to me.”

1899 became 1898. Coincidence? I don’t believe in those. My eyes dart to the public roster at the bottom of my screen. Ten player names, each with a long, green health bar and a numerical Life Point value. A minute ago, we all had different totals, all hovering around 1990. Now, every single one of us has lost exactly one point. A connection snaps into place, cold and logical. The NPC count is our collective health pool. Every student or teacher those monsters kill drains one Life Point from every player in the instance.

Everybody was using code names, so there was no way of knowing who the other people sitting at the table were. Each player was very good at it, and so Adrian loved the challenge. Adrian won two times in the first eight rounds they played. Winning wasn’t easy, but he didn’t stop. A minimum number of 20 games must be played if one wants to quit. Otherwise, the 20K money they invested initially would not be returned to the player. So, Adrian played more games, and he didn’t win any of the next twelve rounds. He ended up losing close to 60K.