The Will To Keep Winning Novels & Stories

They need to understand the rules before they can play the game. “The world doesn’t reward weakness, Nick, Bennis,” I whisper, letting my eyes glitter with cold satisfaction. “We don’t give second chances. Not to anyone. We control, we manipulate, and we win. That’s all that matters.” They nod slowly, eyes wide, the weight of my words pressing on them, and I smile, satisfied. ###############

King Damija asked. “I always like to win, and I always win. " Even if it's as small as an argument, to as big as a decision that would change everything, and impact everyone's life, positively, and negatively, I always have to win, and…” she swallowed, “It doesn't matter how I win. I just know that I must win, and most of the time, I don't mind dirtying my hands.” She bit her lip so hard that it turned white, and King Damija smiled.

One more chance. They'll take it. Fight for it. Die for it if necessary. But preferably win. Keep winning. Until impossible becomes routine. That's the plan. Terrible plan. But the only one they have. And somehow, impossibly, it might just work.

I was aware that it appeared as though he was winning; he always seemed to have people on his side. I have the impression that everything I have been doing is in vain. As long as I don't give up, I firmly believe that it won't be in vain. I feel that if I continue to be forgiving of him, then all the council members will think well of him, and that is something I do not want. The only thing I want is for him to fail. If he died, everything would return to normal, which is what I want.

Those are different things. Winning was about him. His capability. His strategy and patience and timing and his ability to execute the right actions in the right sequence until an outcome changed. He knew how to win things. He had done it his whole life through exactly that. Deserving was about becoming. Not performing the right actions but being a person for whom the right actions were simply what came naturally. A person who would have noticed the aspirin. Who would have asked about the floors. Who would have looked up.

His breath was warm on my neck. "You awake?" I whispered. "Yeah." "Can't sleep?" "Scared?" "Terrified." Jay pulled me closer. "You're going to be great." "You keep saying that." "Because it's true." "What if we lose?" "Then we lose. And we try again next year." "I don't want to try again next year. I want to win now." Jay was quiet for a moment. "Then win," he said. "It's not that simple." "Yes, it is. You've been working your whole life for this. You're ready. You're good enough. Now go win."

In as much they were praying they had a great time to encourage each other on phone in their W******p group. The most rewarding moment is in perseverance, but the most agonising time is waiting. You don't know when but you still keep hope because that's the rule of waiting. I kept the faith and did not fight it because one needs to outgrow pain for him to win. You can not win over what is above you. Lest you see keep on seeking. The kings are the ones who have seen the depth of life's victory. When you win then you have a story to tell, it was not easy but very difficult for me. "I fought for me to be here," only the successful can say such because someone is willing to listen to them.

I can learn from him. “It’s the winning that causes the obsession,” he says. “That momentary exhilaration as though you’re on top of the world, unbeatable, invincible. You experience it once and you never forget it. No matter how often you lose after that, you keep seeking that elusive thrill that for a time made you forget all the troubles in your life.” “So which was I, that night at Orley’s? Something to possess because you could? Or something to win for the momentary delight it would bring?”

Chapter One hundred and fifty seven Desiree You don't start a game with a broken mind to some that might be the fuel, but never ever start off with a broken mind you might end up breaking someone else physically, have the mind of a winner run through that field like you own it, like you own the wave that drives you towards that goal post, your aim is not to win your aim is to manoeuvre swiftly and light as a feather so you can score a goal, and know it's okay if your feet get tired but don't let your mind to get tired too, and once you got that chance score that goal!”

"Like what?" "Like actually wanting to help people. Like enjoying the work for its own sake. Like building a life you're proud of, not just one that makes your ex-husband jealous." His expression was kind. "I know it's early. I know you're still in fight mode. That's necessary right now. But eventually, you'll need to find your way to something more than just winning." I thought about that. About what I wanted beyond destroying Ethan. Beyond proving everyone wrong. Beyond winning.