The Will To Keep Winning Novels & Stories

I may fall but giving up isn't even part of the choices. I know I won't always win, I won't always reach victory, but I'll still try. There are always times where I'll fail but that doesn't mean I'm a failure already because being alive itself already made me a winner. And besides, I may have failed but that is still me. That's what made me complete and that won't describe me as me. I will still raise my head up and say "I didn't actually fail, I won because that's the reason why I'm strong."

“I've already increased my intelligence attribute but I still can't remember the past. Why did you come here?" . We all want to win at work, and in most aspects of life, winning is good, and we don't like to lose. No one wants to be a loser: but we tend to think that our victory means that there is someone, someone around us who should lose, but things don't. You must follow this vision.

“Talking. Approaching. Waiting. None of that worked.” “And this will?” he asked. “It will bring her to me,” I said. “And keep her?” he pushed. I didn’t answer that immediately. Because that part… That part wasn’t guaranteed. But then again, nothing worth having ever is. “I’ll handle that when I get there,” I said finally. He stared at me for a long second, then let out a breath that sounded more tired than anything else. “You sound like a man who thinks winning is the same as keeping,” he said.

This was all human, therefore it was all business. “I think to stop the unrest we need a goal, a target for the team to be aiming for. I’m thinking fifteen wins. I would have said ten but you’re already on twelve so I’m not letting you and Denton go. Could make it a big ceremony, like what Rome did with its gladiators. Bit of prestige, maybe even a payout.” “So I’d have to win…” “Three more yes.” “Are you offering the same to Denton I assume, seeing as he is likely to be drawn against me?”

MARCO The thing about winning is that nobody ever bothered to ask what it took out of you. They just saw the power, the control, the confidence in your walk, and they assume it has always been that way. But they never saw the hours you spend planing out the perfect strategy, or the dozens of knives you got stabbed with in your back. They didn't know the nights you spent lying awake because couldn't sleep because some piece on the chessboard had moved without your permission.

“Later, I’ll tell you everything.” And the indicator appears instantly. A second later, another message appears on my screen. “You are making me more nervous, you know I hate curiosity.” My smile lingers for a moment before it slowly fades. If only he knew why I wanted to talk to him. I ignore the message and slip my phone back into my pocket. Coach Rufus continues going over our strategy as usual. “Discipline wins championships,” he says firmly, as he looks amongst us. “Talent alone isn’t enough. If you want that trophy, you have to earn it every single day.”

Then, I exhale sharp and controlled, and I push it away. “No.” My voice is low, firm, and certain. I don’t win like that. I never have. And I never will. If I win……It will be because I earned it. Because I was better. Because I deserved it. Not because I cheated. Not because I sabotaged someone who actually worked for it. My gaze lifts slowly to his office door and I'm sure he's still working, still relentless, still focused. A slow, dangerous resolve settles into my chest.

"No matter what it takes... no matter what dirty method I have to use... I must stop him at all costs." And I would. Because losing wasn't an option. It never had been. The Sinclair name didn't lose. We didn't surrender. We didn't break. And I'd be damned if I'd be the first generation to fail that legacy, to let everything my father and grandfather had built crumble because of one man's vendetta. Whatever Jaxx was planning, whatever cards he still held, I would find a way to counter them. I had to.

He simply gave a curt nod, turned on his heel, and strode out, the sound of his footsteps fading rapidly. I sank back into my chair, a trembling smile spreading across my face. He hadn't recoiled. He hadn't frozen in anger. He’d allowed it. The taste of victory, however small, was intoxicating. Hope flared brighter, fiercer. Maybe this could work. Maybe gentle persistence could melt the permafrost around his heart.

"You both would be proud of me the day I finally become the mafia Lord. You will never remember all of this." "That will be the day you will succeed in driving me to kill myself." "That is the principle of life mother. Celebrate victory, disgrace failures. Acknowledge winners. Disregard losers." "There are losers that are preferred to winners. And I do not want either of my children to be appreciated in public, mocked in secret." "The most important thing is winning and surviving. That's the only thing that matters." "Look, enough of this winner nonsense. Where is the boy right now? I want to see him for myself now.