You Were Always A Losing Game Novelas e Histórias

He sounded a tad excited. Timothy calmly commented, "Don't play with fire." "Don't worry, I've never lost once in this game." Caleb began to compete with her. When he was going to give up, she gave up first! At the end of the day, he spent one million dollars on something he didn't like. Timothy smirked, "Congratulations on your first loss in this game."

old man:- what happens girl are you still want to keep playing you already lose that much. young girl:- no I won't let my family name, humiliate me like this, I will win the next game let keep playing, I won't lose to you, just one match. old man:- what will you going to do, if you lose that game too, there are still many ways for a girl to repay, will you use that way to pay me. young girl:- I will go to win with you even I have to sell my body if that won't enough then I will sell my soul but there is no way I would let you destroy my name.

She is more stubborn than I ever imagined. "Fine, if you win the match, I'll give you your freedom. And if you lose." I raised an eyebrow at her. "I accept all the punishment you impose!" I stood up and turned my back on her. "It's decided then. I'll see you." I said and he left. Whether she wins or loses, I lose on two things. If she wins, I will lose to her. If she loses, I will lose the Rapture Hotel. Damn! Why did I enter this game when I knew I had lost from the beginning! ...

She screamed. “You are not, not anymore.” He spoke as he bit her neck to the extent that she felt as if he will snatch out her flesh. “Please, let me go.” “That husband of yours lost you on a bet. I am the winner, and you belong to me. Just me.” She knew what Aslan was saying was right. John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table.

DAVE'S POV "Come on, what the fuck is going on?" I said dropping my controller on the tiled floor of my room. "Why do I keep losing?" "What's wrong? Have you lost your legendary gift after going to London?" Nixon mocked. Back when Daniel, Nixon, and I used to play video games together, I would call myself the legendary player whenever I beat both of them which was why Nixon was feeling over the top and mocking me because he beat me three times in a row.

"Overachiever. Why settle for one sport?" "Why bother with any of it?" he says. "It's a childish game, Caspian. A waste of your time and everyone else's." There it is. Right on schedule. "I don't know, maybe because it makes me happy?" "Does it?" His eyes move over me slowly. "You don't look very happy." *Observant.* "We lost," I say flatly. "It's hard to be thrilled about that." "Losses happen. In every aspect of life. A man who falls apart every time things don't go his way—"

"Winning at the cost of yourself means you don't exist anymore anyway. You've just built a trophy where your heart used to be." "Then you've never wanted anything badly enough." "Or I've wanted something badly enough to know that losing it would destroy me." He stepped away from the podium. Walked toward her, Slowly. "You think winning the scholarship will fix you, Mira. It won't. You'll just be a winner who's still alone." Mira's hands gripped the podium edges. "And you think losing yourself in someone else is better?" "I think losing yourself for someone else is different." He stopped in front of her. Close... too close. "I think there's a version of winning that includes someone standing

I should’ve told everyone what a fucking prize I won the second I realized it. I always lost at the house of cards game. I always realized I was about to hit the table too damn late.

It somehow seemed to be fun though I was terribly losing. “I don't know why I feel like Deveny is cheating," I joked. "I'm not, maybe I'm just the best at this,” she responded. I really was trying my best, but losing was something that I didn't want to leave me. When the game was over Deveny had won. “Congratulations, you really should tell us how you do it," I said. “Yes my Queen, I would be honored to do so." After a few minutes, I went back into the pack house and ran into Bruno at the stairs.

I always lose because I'm not familiar with the game and I'm starting to get dizzy but it's manageable. “Thalia, you're such a loser.” I rolled my eyes because I lost for the nth time. I was about to drink the beer but someone harshly snatched the glass from me. “That's enough.” The tone of voice was as cold as someone's heart. Damn it.