The Will To Keep Winning Novels & Stories

"About Margaret. About Sanders. About everything. About how we're going to win this fight. About how we're going to beat him. About how we're going to make this right. About how we're going to find justice." "You did the right thing. You helped her. You protected her. You showed her compassion. You showed her mercy. You showed her kindness." "I know. I know I did the right thing. But it still feels like we're losing. It still feels like he's winning. It still feels like he's going to destroy us. It still feels like we're fighting a losing battle. It still feels like we're never going to win." "We're not losing. We're fighting. That's what matters. We're not giving up. We're not surrendering.

I said. "That's not it." He insisted. I spread my arms. "The only thing that matters is getting that championship. Now, we can either do this together or we can continue being little bitches and forget about that cup. I don't know about you guys, but I like winning. So, get over yourself, lace up, and let's do this." On the heel of my statement was silence. I held my breath as I watched Travis. He was a damn fortress, every emotion carefully hidden behind a steel wall, so I couldn't tell what he was thinking at all.

Tucker said. I eyed him with extreme distaste. “Well, it's good I never asked for your opinion. I mean, you’ve known me for over a decade, T. You should know by now that I do not possess the ability to give up. I don't just have the desire to win. I NEED to win especially if it seems impossible to small-minded people like you, no offence,” I said. “None taken,” Tucker said, even though he was clearly upset.

I said with a straight face He just laughed, looked up at me and said "You see that's the problem with new lawyers, you think you can win everything. I mean you are welcomed to try but I bet you that you will land back where you started off and then wish you never even started" he said folding his arms I leaned in and looked him straight in the eye "We will see about that, I can and will win this" I said with all the confidence in me and emphasis on 'will' "Let me tell you a secret Miss Mia, it's not about winning, it's about surviving" he said bluntly

She continued, "Don't let them see you cry. Don't let them see you hurt. They're winning, and you're losing. If you continue acting like this, then they'll forever be on top and will have the last laugh. Show them who the real winner is." "How? I have no motivation. I don't have a desire to fight anymore." "That's the problem. You have to start fighting. No one will be there to fight your battles. And, as much as you want to stay home and cry, it's not going to help. You'll end up more miserable than you already are. So, you have to get up and make them regret. Don't give up. Show them what you're capable of."

“She tried to ruin me. Again. And it backfired. Again. When do they learn?” “Never. Because they’re not fighting to win. They’re fighting because they can’t accept they lost.” He sits beside me. “But we keep winning. Every time.” “How many times do we have to win?” “Until they stop fighting. Or until they realize we’re not worth the energy.” He kisses my forehead. “Either way, we’re done reacting. From now on, we live. They can watch or not. I don’t care.” “You really don’t, do you?”

"Yeah, well, when you were a kid they were still playing on the glaciers." "And you are this great Sexta now." Contempt. "With all this money, these women, all this fame." Eyes bright. Dangerous. "Yeah. I am. And I like it." "Is it worth your body? Your health?" "We're winning games because of me." "Keep it up, Gunner, and you won't last." "Nothing is going to stop me. And I'm going to keep getting better." Voice raised. Angry. Bitter. "So why can't you just be happy for me?"

“Every rejection fuels my determination. I wake up every morning more desperate than the last. This isn’t about wanting him anymore—it’s about winning. And let me tell you, Sky, I hate losing.” She gave me a slow clap. “Congratulations, you’ve officially lost your dignity.” “Long gone,” I agreed. “But you know what’s still intact? My will to conquer.” Sky shook her head, chuckling. “I honestly admire your persistence. But, babe, if a man is saying no, maybe it’s time to—” I held up a finger. “Nope. I refuse to let a man with perfectly sculpted abs and the smirk of a Greek god slip through my fingers. This is not about need anymore. This is about principle.”

Hence the reason why I decided that no matter the cost, even if I have to lose an organ, I must win the fighting contest. At first, the reason why I wanted to win the contest was because of the amount of hold coins that had been promised to the winner. How ever, what I want at this moment is to make her proud. I would gladly kneel before once I win and dedicate my victory to her. That way, I would remind her that j could stu be if use to her and I am worthy to remain by her side. My knuckles were bleeding but I did not stop, Ko, I could not stop especially as the thoughts continued to flood my mind, I kept on punching the brick wall that I had been punching for the last hour.

I feel this way for her. It simply hurts because she doesn’t. Sitting casually, I decided to go through the recruits list that Gray had brought in earlier. This year the number was twice as much as the last. I came across some familiar names. They usually join every year before they get either mated or satisfied by themselves. You know what? I think one can’t ever be satisfied with themselves or their progress no matter how far they’ve reached. I may be speaking from personal experience. I mean, I have everything; power, respect, immense strength, I have the King's title. What else do I need, right? Wrong. I still keep pushing myself to the limit because I feel it’s still not enough. Don’t t