You Were Always A Losing Game Novels & Stories

"It's really embarrassing if it's a girl. Imagine losing to a lady, ugh!" I slowly raised my eyes, my gaze narrowing as I disconnected from the game without a word. It didn't even take a minute for me to connect back in and then send another quick message to my opponent: "Let's challenge again." Why would I lose? Never. It was ridiculous—I’d never lost before. Maybe the person had cheated, or their father was the CEO of the damn company. The response came quickly: "Sorry dude, we can do it next time." My opponent went offline, leaving me seething with frustration. I slammed my fist onto the table, making Tyler jump.

"I really will work hard and make more money. Are you divorcing me over money?" With every word, he twisted the blame until I sounded like the cruel one. My throat tightened so badly it hurt. I fought back the tears before I finally forced the words out, "Your little game of pretending to be poor should be over by now, Mr. Blackwood." I lifted my eyes and looked straight at him. "Unfortunately, I don't want to keep playing along." My voice was raw as I added, "People like us can't afford the kinds of games you play."

I stood there for a long moment, my thoughts racing, but one thing was certain now. I wasn't just a victim anymore. I wasn't just some casualty of my father's fucked-up choices. I was part of something bigger. And that meant I had to play this game to win. Or risk losing everything. And that– That scared the hell out of me. But as the door clicked shut behind him, I realized I wasn't afraid of the game anymore. I was afraid of what would happen if I lost. And I wasn't planning on losing. Not this time.

Samantha had no idea the game had changed. Her carefully constructed empire, built on fear, manipulation, and the loyalty of those too scared to challenge her, was beginning to crack in ways she had never imagined. Every plan she had made had relied on loyalty; every threat she issued assumed compliance. And now, every thread was unraveling.

"Let's bet, say, our manhood." "What the fuck you talking about?" "I'll bet you a blow job WU loses this football game." "You're kidding me." "Nope. We watch the game together. At the end of it the loser sucks off the winner." "You a faggot or something? Yeah, you're hoping you'll lose."

If I redraw now he will still win since he has both aces. "You win, Leo!” I said, gulping down the whole content of my drink in my glass. "You played so well, Mason. I'm surprised l won too,” He smiled, looking at me with his bright grey eyes and I smiled back courteously. "It was a fair game,” My father chirped in, “Mason is just timelessly careless and best at losing an opportunity. He had a chance to win the game twice but he couldn't wind up, even when your numbers were doubling down right in his eyes. Tch, such a loser."

I said as I stuck my tongue out at him. I was right of course. I won and he shrugged his shoulders like it didn’t mean anything. He swore on the Moon Goddess that he let me win. As if I believed that for a second. I wanted to laugh. Right, that’s why he had to have the red gun. I swear, it didn’t matter how old men get, they will always be children when it comes to games. We moved on to a claw game. I sucked at these games, it was rigged. The animal was always too heavy to be picked up. It didn’t even lift an inch off the floor.

After the SAT, the five of us childhood friends got together and played a game to test how well we knew each other. In the first round, my best friend, Millie Thyme, asked, “If one of us was stranded in the countryside in the middle of the night, who would you rescue first?” The three boys, all of whom others had teased to be my future husbands since we were kids, wrote her name without hesitation. Someone joked that they had read each other’s minds. Millie’s face turned red as she explained, “Maybe because I’m the biggest scaredy-cat. Hailey is so capable. She wouldn’t need anyone to rescue her.” They all nodded in agreement. However, they had forgotten that when I was stranded in the

"So why not let you beat me in your game this time." He didn't have to wait a single second. The whole game, he lost. He never won. But he can't trick me, I know damn well he lost on purpose. What a freak. When we played a few more games, we eventually ran out of coins. But he brought us one for one more game. It was so much fun than I expected it to be. The last thing I expect from a sheriff's son is to be fun. All that left my mouth was sounds of laughters and giggles. My mouth was starting to hurt from all the grinning.

Noah ate them. At the door, before they left, he stopped and looked at both of them. “What if I lose?” he said. Nikolai crouched down. “Then you learn something”, he said. “And you play again.” Noah considered this. “What if I lose the first game?” he said. “Then you still play the rest”., Nikolai said. “You do not stop because the first one went wrong.” Noah looked at the floor for a moment.