Novel & Cerita You Were Always A Losing Game

How many years will it take me again before I could say the same words? Will I still be alive by then? “How could I make it up to you, swan?” “Take me, Zach. Tonight. Please.” There. He won. I begged. There was urgency in my voice. Whether he noticed it or not, I wouldn’t know. He didn’t show it. And the root of that urgency were my insecurities, my own fears, and this desire that I could never stop anymore. Deep inside, I had always known that I would lose. It was a game I was prepared to lose because it was a game meant for me where losing… felt like winning.

I knew I was going to lose even before it happened. Before we started the game, the thought of losing never crossed my mind. It wasn’t even a possibility. But now as it was happening in real time, the terms of our bet echoed in my head loud. And if I win, I want you to LURE Bertha here and uhm, give her a good time. SUCK HER OFF… I broke out in cold sweat as I struggled to protect my King from her fierce relentless onslaught. I knew it was a lost cause but there had to be a way. Just keep fighting, I thought. Don’t stop fighting.

The gist of it is that there is every kind of sports kit to play but I don't want to go out as it's not time for the second step. " Video game," I said and he said " choose something else if you don't want to cry for being a loser because I am a pro in this game " To which I said " let's see! " . . . " Yey!.. I won! I won! I won!... Hahaha so, Mr Loser what you were saying is that you are a pro in this game huh! Pro my foot! Now see who is the ruler in this game! " I screamed in happiness in my system after beating him in-game.

One more game, one more game, one more game—three more times. The mood is like lead weighing us down, but Afro-douche doesn't wanna quit at all. Finally, in the last game, I lose one life before winning. And I swear I wasn't holding back. Great! That should satisfy his thirst for revenge somewhat. Failing to K.O your opponent even once over the course of so many games would cause more than a little damage to your pride; I get it. So… “Well, 'guess that—!” I try to say.

So, she smiled and said, “In that case, your friend is truly very immersed in his game. He is even calling you to ask you for your advice over such a trivial matter.” Charlie nodded and said, “Wife, you don’t know this, but the setting of this game is particularly cruel. No matter how long you have spent in the development of the game in the past, as long as you fail once, you will be left with nothing at all. So, you have to try and win in every war as much as possible. Otherwise, you would have to start from scratch again.”

“You’re q-quite knowledgeable human. Would you perhaps want to fight me once again?” “Shut up! I won each match and you like SORE LOSER kept on insisting that we do a rematch until you won and then immediately you lost.” “Well, you see I wasn’t using my full…” “Bullcr*p! You don’t know how to play the game strategically. I could do so much better with your account. In the first place how did people even lose that’s the biggest mystery.” “THAT’S ENOUGH! YOU”VE ENRAGED ME!”

I was dying to know. Once Lucas stormed off, the rest of us couldn't help but continue to tease him even in his absence. "Dude's got a serious case to deal with. That case he lost definitely gave him some kind of trauma," Caleb joked, chuckling. I grinned, shaking my head. "Yeah, he's never been one to take losses well, but this is on a whole different level. Lucas is a crazy mofo!” One of the guys chimed in, "I mean, who gets that worked up over a case? He’s gotta have bet some millions of dollars or something."

Aldric's Mom yelled again. “Coming!!” I yelled back, sighing loudly as I ran outside to the car. ****** I stood there as I watched the Johnsons win every single game. It felt like they were cheating but it seemed they were just good at playing games. Both the mother in-law and daughter in-law were so serious in the game. “I think we should get going.” Aldric's Mom said to me in a whisper. “But mother…” “We've lost a lot, let's keep our remaining dignity and leave.”

All the boys in the room chanted it in unison. "Exactly!" I replied. “Of course, we haven’t forgotten that, boss.” Allen conceded. “But let me remind you about one thing. Our team just lost a member. Meaning, we are incomplete now. And we are running out of time for our next tournament. Unless we concede, which I believe you won't agree with me.” Conceding or losing is not listed in my vocabulary. I was born to be perfect. A winner in any kind of competition. Ball games? Wealth competition? Handsome competition?

I knew I was playing a dangerous game with him and I knew I would eventually lose. Unknown: Oh my sweet child. Why do you keep getting in your own way?