The Will To Keep Winning Novels & Stories

There are not just working hard enough. I'm very sure there's going to be someone else who would be able to pass my records if they just tried to focus on what they like doing instead of trying to beat someone every single time. This is my secret to winning. But why would I tell them that i'm only doing this because I enjoy doing it a lot, and it has been a dream for me? Now that I'm living in it, I'm going to continue doing my best. My phone buzzed again. > We’ll resume regular races after we clean out the mole and stop the police from sniffing around. Don’t worry. We’ll handle it. This one’s private. Just you and him. Are you still willing to race?

"You see, sometimes, we tend to blame fate for every little thing that we begin to lose the power to change our future." He started to say. "What do you mean?" "Look at me, child. We don't decide what fate chooses for us, but we can decide what we choose ourselves. Let your choices reflect what you want. If you want something, go for it. And if you don't want it, let it go." "And what if our wants seem to be out of reach." "Do you know why villains keep winning in this world?" She shook her head. "It's because their zeal for achieving their goal is usually stronger than their opponent. They believe it's either they get it or they die."

He raised a hand and the Principal doted on him. "Yes, Lucas?" she asked, ordering him to stand. "Principal Lyns. I think you didn't have to correct me," he said unhesitatingly. "The desire to win? No, Miss Lyns. The desire to win is not the same as having no other option. I might suggest you retract your words and replaced them with competitiveness. If your words were the accepted mindset, then it is no wonder that the world is getting worse." There's no other option for Lucas as well but winning. But his mindset doesn't seem to fit with the Principal. If he doesn't win, he won't be able to see his worth in this world anymore. He promised that to himself. He will do everything to win this g

Thought of what it might mean to keep trying. Not to win. Not to own. But to deserve. And for the first time in years, that felt like enough.

I was lost for words when he began to discuss it to me thoroughly. “Winning and surviving are different. When you want to win, you are determined to defeat your opponent. But when you want to survive, you are eager— you are willing to do everything at all costs to live. That's what you are lacking. Being sharp and fast will not make you win,” I could not say a thing. What he said were all true. I was determined to win against him as I cannot accept the fact that he is better than me. “Why do you even want to win against me? I will do everything to protect you from your enemies,” his eyes landed at me again. That time, I was able to read those eyes. He was genuine, and I knew that he meant wh

Every step matches the rhythm of a promise forming quietly inside me: They wanted to see how far I’d go. Now they’ll see how far I’ll go for her. And when they come— they won’t find someone afraid of losing. They’ll find someone who intends to win. No matter the cost.

"The continuation." "Next season," Theo agreed, the patience that was his transformation, the chaos that was channeled to care, the velocity that was sustainable. "The racing that is presence. The winning that is not proof. The —" He smiled, the expression that was new, that was expansion. "The us that is permanent."

"It is about more than pride. He makes me look like a fool in front of everyone every time.” I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But then I remembered this morning: his hands on me and crude demands. "I did not know you were interested in horse racing." "I am interested in winning. The horse racing just happens to be the venue." "And you never win against him?" "Never. Not once in five years." "Then why keep betting against him?" "Because one day I will win. And when I do, it will be worth all the losses." The confidence in his voice was almost admirable.

“If I win enough, nothing can ever hurt me again.” That was the whole of me. That was the engine under everything I own. Not greed. I don't care about the money the way people think I do. I care about the wall the money builds, the distance between me and that boy on the floor, the confidence that no one will ever again stand over me and make me feel like nothing. I won. I built. I refused to stop. And it worked. Look at me. It worked completely. And there was a name for that too.

He had to keep fighting, for himself, for May, for Lilion Corp. He took a deep breath, wiping away his tears, steeling his nerves. "You're right," he said, his voice regaining its strength. "We can do this. We have to do this. I won't let Harding win. I won't let him destroy everything I've built."