The Will To Keep Winning Novels & Stories

He speaks with hatred. "The kind of man who loves to win no matter what, the kind who first for and earns his respect. What do you think keeps Is my reputation intact?. Do you think is with acts of compassion and forgiveness?. There are no such things in my vocabulary, I act, and react!" he yells, striking the table harder than Adams did...

Justin pushed his lips out as he gave Will a nod and stuck out his thumb in support "Then let's get down to business." Justin made his way inside as he was glad to see Will in a better mood, he hated seeing him down in the muds. Despite his words, he knew it was impossible to go back to being a coward, some could get lucky the first time they give it a try, while some wouldn't have so much luck at it. But the moment it works out for them and they know what it feels like to be brave, they want to get a second taste of it. Even the unlucky ones could get lucky if they kept at it. And that could be the first path to get what they seek... all he wished was for Will to be part of the lucky ones.

With future that feels like delayed reckoning. We won. Definitely won. Absolutely won. But winning doesn't mean safe. Doesn't mean secure. Doesn't mean finished. It means temporarily successful. Until the next threat. Until the next battle. Until the next death count. That's leadership. That's community. That's resistance. Forever fighting. Forever building. Forever carrying the dead. Sixty-seven names. Sixty-seven families. Sixty-seven reasons to keep going. Even when victory feels hollow. Especially when victory feels hollow. Because they died for this. The least we can do is make it worth something.

He kept scrolling the news all the time, and he felt extremely happy. Conley felt extremely happy when he looked at the scandals of Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment and the financial reports that could destroy Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment at any time. Honestly, since Thomas came back, it had been almost half a year, and he did not win once. He kept losing. But, people always said, the winner was the last man standing. Who could stand until the end would be the true winner? From the current situation, he was clearly the real winner!

He hit the accelerator and began to speed up, very serious about making it to the top of the mountain and sorting things out before he faced the worst misfortune anybody could ever face. He wanted to think about what would happen if the seer didn't have a solution to this but he expelled the thought immediately, not wanting to bring in any form of negativity to the mission at hand. All he wanted was to win, and win always. This time winning wasn't going to be an exception, he thought. And he believed in himself to achieve everything he laid his hand on and this was going to be an exception.

Derrick shook his head, "Not because you're the son of a billionaire with companies everywhere and with endless wealth, but because you're so good at everything, Vesa." "Derrick, don't ...." Derrick said, "Shh. Let me speak first. Vesa Araya, you have already won a long time ago. You just haven't been able to develop your other potential. And those who intend to bring you down and disrupt your life are the ones who lose. The loser will usually keep trying to make the winner feel uncomfortable, Vesa." "And for this sense of loss. One thing you must understand, losing doesn't mean you lose. In fact, things like this will make you a winner who stays at the top for longer," concluded Derrick.

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with

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.

I knew it was a twisted desire, one that would stop at nothing to achieve its goal. As the days ticked by, I felt my resolve hardening. I would do whatever it took to win, to claim Tia as my own. The war was just a means to an end, a way to assert my dominance and claim what I felt was rightfully mine. I knew that Tia might not feel the same way, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I was driven by a fierce possessiveness, one that would stop at nothing to get what I wanted. The battle was approaching, and I was ready to do whatever it took to emerge victorious.

Again it made sense why he has been stressing me for days now. “Fight to survive, never fight to just win,” he said as I listened, still catching my breath. “Why is that?” I asked slightly offended. “The chances of you winning is…” “I will win,” I cut him short. For some reason, I was offended. What is the need to train if I can't win? “I am sure we have trained quite enough for today,” I said, loosening the heavy bags filled with stones hanging around my ankles.