Winning At Life Novels & Stories

She eventually became the person who controlled the Carter family's empire. She didn't remember it now. But in my previous life, she and I had once fought side by side. We had trusted each other with our backs. The path might be different. But with the right strategy, every road could lead to the same destination. Sometimes I thought life was like a strategy game. Everyone was given a different starting position. The key was learning how to use limited resources and arrange every advantage to maximize the final outcome. Whether it was the beauty system or the athletic system, both were only tools.

As they said, we are the author of our own story. We are the protagonist in our life. We can choose to be strong, fragile, easy-going, or nobody. We are the master as we hone our strengths, understand our weaknesses, and conquer our fears to build our masterpiece, our better selves. I used to play a lot when I was a kid. I think that’s part of growing up. You will learn how to accept challenges, strategize, learn from your mistakes and failures, and celebrate winnings and success. Life is a game and every day is a battlefield.

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.

“I love that. You always have this great way of making things look and feel really good.” She gave a meek smile and leaned on his shoulder. "Do you wish to win all the time?" "No." "Why not?" "It's a game. There will always be winners and losers. The only thing I can wish for is to be even better than everyone else who's in that field. And if I do win, that means I must be doing something right. If I don't win, then I will have to do even better than how I am from that loss. You will never be on top all the time. But you will certainly have your limelight in the right time."

To the woman who called: You wanted the money. You wanted the power. You wanted to win. But some things aren't about winning. Some things are about choosing to stop fighting. Choosing to let go. Choosing to live. I'm not afraid of you anymore. I'm not afraid of anyone. Because I've learned something my mother knew, my grandmother knew, all the women who came before me knew: The only way to win is to stop playing. The money is gone. The secrets are ash. There's nothing left for you here.

' Lusee boomed in my head. "Dad, you only won because of the little hitch we encountered on our way.' Melinda interrupted. "I didn't even know how that thing was able to stop us." "Excuses!" Malik exclaimed. "You're giving excuses, and I've told you times without numbers, you don't give excuses. You only give results. You have to understand the game of this life — the game is all about winning, not about whining. You either win, or you get your ass shoved right in your mouth…" Malik growled. He shifted his gaze to Melinda and Kieran.

Still, I tried to remain calm because I didn’t want to make him more anxious than he already was. “The winner of the Best Mobile Game of the Year is...” The music stopped, the announcer paused, tension built, “My Supermodel!” “Oh! Thank God!” I exclaimed behind my hands that covered my open mouth. “Congratulations, honey!” I immediately stood up and hugged Laird tightly beside me. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his lips strong and quick. He smiled broadly and whispered for a moment, “I love you, baby. Thank you.” “Congratulations!” I shook hands with Dave and Rowan, who were also standing a bit away from me.

My parents used lottery tickets to decide our allowances because they wanted to train and educate my younger sister, Elena Carter, and me. Every week before we returned to school, we would be given five lottery tickets. Whatever amount we scratched would be our weekly allowance. Elena was always lucky. She would always win at least a hundred dollars, and she would spend the money on good meals, dresses, and even buying her roommates coffee. The most I had won was 15 dollars, and most of the day, all I got was a few dollars. At the height of my bad luck, all five lottery tickets would end up being losing tickets. I had to rely on the two dollars I managed to save last week. When I asked

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

He turned back to the people gawking at him from behind and noted the gazes they shot him. It was how Faye and her family looked at him—it triggered a long, drawn-out sigh that he tried to stifle. He did not expect anything of what had happened to—well—happen, never in his wildest dreams. Then again, that is what life was. One could try their damnedest to map out a script of how their life should go, hunched over a large drawing board churning out contingency plan after contingency plan. Even after all of that, there was an element of chance and luck one could never account for. No one could be the sole master of their life. The future would always be uncertain, nebulous, and poorly-defined.