You Were Always A Losing Game Novels & Stories

A man on the verge of being cast out like trash. I slammed the empty glass down on the desk, the sharp crack echoing through the room. My breathing was erratic. For the first time since I began my games, I felt the sting of real, unrelenting loss. But I couldn't give up. Hell, I would never give up.

"Then why do I keep losing? I really want to win and get appreciated by my father." He was quiet for a moment, resetting the pieces on the board with the ease of someone who had done it many times and would do it many more. "Because you play like you're trying not to lose," he said. "Instead of playing like you're trying to win. They look the same, but they're not." I had stared at him. "Set them up again," I said. "I want to win you at least this time." The second game went the way the first had gone, and the third the way the second had.

the queen sternly replies, “all my children are best at what they are. That is not the reason why you suffered defeat. The reason is that in your heart and mind you lacked the resolve to win. You are already thinking of defeat when it should not have been.” “That’s easy for you to stay,” the princess finishes arranging. “You never lost a game.” “Never lost?” she laughs. “I always kept losing when I was your age.” When she releases that statement, everyone in the room, except Gianni, who never really knew a thing about the queen, imbues with aghast. They know that the queen is smart and highly educated but they just could not fathom her losing a game of chess. “We all begin somewhere,” the qu

she asked. He gave her a nod and sat up. "Now, let's settle it. Let's talk it out because we would have a lot of talking out. So tell me, how do you start?" he asked. "Why did you do that. You know I was meant to win and now I lost" He smiled, looking at her, "Well, I would also be doing what I am meant to be doing too. I will teach you how to do it. How to win this game, because you would have won, but you did not win because you were playing the game of the middle class.

Salome spoke. I felt another cut in my heart. Her mention of chess took me back to my childhood. I played chess with my father a lot and learned how to win always even during the times I lost. He said every loss, If viewed correctly, is a window to many lessons. He said if I chose to learn form every loss instead of turning sour, I would always win.

For a brief, silly moment, I thought, “Finally, the universe has sent me my knight in shining armor. My escape from this dull, monotonous life.” But reality hit me faster than a losing hand at poker. As dreamy as Simeon looked, the guy was clearly a newbie to gambling. Poor thing didn’t stand a chance. He played every game as though luck was on his side, but lady luck wasn’t even in the same building that night. He lost every single game. Every. Single. One. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for him. I figured he’d be too embarrassed to ever show his face in the casino again. I mean, who enjoys losing that badly, right?

My heart jumped when his steel-grey eyes looked directly at me. "So..." He pulled out his bag of gaming paraphernalia. I was always amused at how interestingly he'd play with me."Alright, so today we have cards." "Arielle." he tsked." You have already lost the game." "Oh, we'll see.", I gave him a challenging look. Thirty-five minutes and losing four games in a row later. "Bloody hell! How are you wining every dang time?"I literally was going mad with anger. Every time I lose a game, he'd say: "Ouch, amore! Try again.", making me angrier than last time.

I tried to hype myself up, but it didn’t stop me from feeling like Gilbert was winning and I was losing. My mind was made up. I wasn’t going to her room. If she wanted her deadbeat husband over me, fine. Her loss. But I needed to cool off. I left my room and walked to Justin’s. He was slouched on the couch, eyes glued to the screen, watching a game. Damn. I was on the verge of losing Julia. Now I was standing in front of the one game I’d lost—and probably would never get to play again. I was losing on every side.

The Final Close Cassandra Whitmore had spent years playing a game she was convinced she could win. But the problem with playing games built on lies, power, and greed? Eventually, the game plays you. And tonight, Cassandra lost everything. But Alexander and I? We had just begun.

And right as this moment, as the Fridays' Games came again, as it always did, it did bringing with it the familiar dread, and madness it been carving in through our souls since then. Would today be the day they decided to break me at last? Would today there be fragile remains of my mind and spirit into a million shattered pieces? No one truly knows as the rules were never explained, the goals were never clear. All that was evident was that losing meant being deathly ruined. So I played, as I had no choice.