The Will To Keep Winning Novels & Stories

“Then we use them now.” Julian’s hands started to shake. “What if it’s not enough? What if he still wins?” Sebastian stood, walked around the table, and knelt in front of him. He rested his big hands on Julian’s knees, grounding him. “Then we keep fighting,” Sebastian said, voice low and sure. “That’s what winning looks like, Julian. Not one big victory. Just getting up every day and not giving up.” Julian stared at him. His eyes burned. “When did you get so wise?”

As long as they kept their hands off her Sheila, and someone made sure his baby was fed, he did not care what hells awaited for him and why . He reminded himself to reaffirm vows by the Pattersons, the Lorenzos, and the Feuns, that they would keep his ladies herded. Lone sheep get branded first. At last, he'd settle on this idea that death in any form would be a beauty. An aesthetic marvel. Whether one found it scary, serene, fiery, blissful, avenging, or as providing closure ... must remain a personal interpretation. To each their own ...

This was not the time to press, to demand more than she was ready to give. Patience. Resolve. I had waited fifteen years to stand before her again. I could wait longer still. Because for the first time in my life, winning was not about control or conquest. It was about making sure Isla and Sophie never had to question whether I would be there. And I intended to prove that every single day.

“But you wanted to do the right thing, so you stopped.” “Yeah. It turns out…I fucking live to make you proud of me. So…” He blows out a shaky breath, then puts his attention back on the textbook. “So I’m not just going to pass, I’m going to get an A. And then I’m going to win the championship, just so I can lay it all at your feet.” “It’s not just for me. He’d be proud, too. And you can be proud of yourself.”

Our only advantage. And for three days, we would wait. Would prepare. Would trust. In Hope. In family. In the impossible becoming possible through sheer force of will. Because that is what Ashfords do. What Ashfords are. What Ashfords mean. We survive. We adapt. We win. Eventually. Always. Forever. No matter what. No matter who. No matter how impossible. We were Ashfords. And Ashfords do not lose. Not permanently. Not finally. Not ever.

Her eyes were hard as steel while the corners of lips twisted in a sneer. Her thoughts were a whirlpool of dark and obsessive thoughts, each one pulling her deeper into a single truth: victory wasn't an option, it was a necessity. “I must win,” she whispered to the empty room. “Even if l have to burn the world down to do it.” Her nails dug into her palm until warm blood pricked the skin. The pain was nothing, instead it was a reminder of how far she was willing to go. Failure would mean watching someone else's greatest wish be granted.

he said softly. I exhaled. “I know.” He drew nearer, voice raw. “You don’t have to do this.” I finally turned to him. “Yes, I do.” Maxwell shook his head. “No, you want to.” I didn’t deny it. His voice dropped lower. “Do you even remember why you began fighting? Or has it simply become about winning?” I clenched my fists. “Winning is survival.” “Is it?” His gold-flecked eyes blazed into mine. “Or is it more about not losing?”

Even the parts of him that I suspected wanted to care were buried under this relentless drive to win. And yes, I wanted to win. I wanted to win this more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life, except my mate. But win at any cost? Win to the detriment of those I loved? No… I had to be different. That was the entire point. I wasn’t here to just take over. I was here to change the world. What a fucking delusion of grandeur.

The house was silent except for the distant hum of the generator and the soft whisper of snow against the glass. "I want to win," I said quietly. "Not just for me. For Sophia. For Kate. For every woman David ever hurt. For everyone Leo tried to destroy. For my father, who made terrible mistakes but spent his whole life trying to be better. I want to win for all of them." "You will. We will." "And when it is over, I want to stop fighting. I want to build something. The foundation. The company. Our life together. I do not want to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder."

That leads to bankruptcy and probably giving up. Not going to lie, just thinking of giving up is almost as painful as losing everything I ever wanted. And I don't want that. No one wants that. In fact, if I'm not wrong, most of us want everything. Most of us want it all. Greediness reigns over the universal truth that you don't always win in life. We also need to conquer failure. Without it, we wouldn't be able to fully understand what it really means to win. But of course, winning in life comes to those who really deserves it. Those who work hard enough not to lose even just a percent of winning.