Novel & Cerita You Were Always A Losing Game

I calmly said recalling how two weeks ago, I tried to make him lose a project worth 50 million but sadly I got defeated in my own game as someone leaked my plan and in the meantime, Mr Gray changed tables. His face which had a smirk changed in anger. He fisted his clench. "Listen to me, Mr Gray. You should not fly high over some small victory as the real game does not even begin." "And yes, I am glad that you defeated me or else I thought that this game would be one-sided and then I would have been bored but now I will enjoy playing," I said smiling. "But I am afraid that till when? Do you think next time I would let you win? Oh! God, soon this game would become boring or it already happened

But with a hard little light in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. “You can’t out-delay a machine built to crush you,” I told my reflection. No matter how clever I was with contracts or how many times I fainted at the perfect moment, the end result would be the same as long as I stayed. They would reset. Rewrite. Find another buyer. Or cut their losses and toss me to the black market. The only way to win their game was not to play. “I have to get out,” I said. The words landed with the weight of a vow.

he said harshly, "none of this is about you. It never has been, never will be. I'm trying to fix something here, and all you can do is worry about yourself? Do you think stuff is so easy between me and my dad? That Rover and Byers doing well is as peachy as it claims to be? The only player here that wins all the way is Hector." "Yes," I said, stunned. I found myself gasping. "So this is a game to you then? This isn’t about us finally figuring out what we want and going for it? This isn’t about us being comfortable? It’s just a game of win or lose? And so what if we lose?" "We’re not going to lose!" He grabbed his hair, tugging at it in frustration. "You know what? I’m done." He stepped backw

The Gambino family's highest decree: every Don must be married before taking office. So the moment I came back from studying abroad, my father sent me to intern at the family company run by my fiancé, Ethan Clark—to prepare me for taking over family operations, pave the way for me to become the next Don of the Gambinos, and, you know, build some chemistry between us while we were at it. The first day I walked in, I saw a woman holding court, surrounded by everyone, with everyone deferring to her, calling her "Mrs. Clark" with practiced reverence. She tore up a two-hundred-million-dollar contract, and they all applauded. She spotted the ring on my finger, and they all reached out to take it o

Julia kicked the pebble which was lying at her feet. “I lost!”. “No win for me either?” Hughes grunted, taking out his car. “It’s over,” Lucy whispered, smiling a little. “There’s nothing left for me any longer.” “I lost!”. “Just because he’s not by my side, I lost.” “All of this is my fault.” “he must be laughing seeing me helpless like this.” “He’s satisfied to see me, insulted by other people in my after my defeat.” “I couldn’t keep my word that I’d win.”

I offered my arm to help Damien up, but he pulled me down to the ground with him instead. “Damien!” I scolded him, but he chuckled heartily, refusing to let me get up. It was the craziest game of all. We had never enjoyed playing as much as we did today. “We lost because of you. Now, be ready to face your punishment.” He leaned in to whisper. “No, that’s a lie. You lost because you didn’t want to win.” I gazed into his wide eyes. He understood my implication. “It’s not always that way. Sometimes you want to win, but you lose, anyway. How do you explain that?” He watched me intently.

Ocean’s POV Losing always left a taste in my mouth I couldn’t wash out. It wasn’t just frustration, it was sharper and heavier than that. After a loss, it always seemed like something had slipped through my fingers when I should have held on to it tighter. The locker room buzzed with low voices, the sound of gear being tossed around, lockers slamming shut, and water running somewhere in the background. Nobody was loud. Instead, the atmosphere was filled with that dull, collective irritation that came with a bad game.

And that was when we both blacked out. “That was an insane, J! Best one I’ve seen yet!” Max laughed happily as he dragged me out of the cage. Another guy came up to help us and I was being carried towards the back office. Everyone was cheering and chanting my name. I was undefeated, yet again. Even when I was fighting like total crap, I still managed to win. So I won the fight. Fucking great. But why did I still feel like a damn loser on the inside? Oh, that’s right. Because I lost the one game that really mattered. * * * - - - To Be Continued - - -

My chest felt heavy as I tried to fight the tears. I couldn't take it. The silence hurt so bad. Was this all just a game? Was the past year of teasing just a game? "Come on! Say something! You never are at a loss for words! I'm normally begging you to shut up. Answer me! Are you ashamed to have me as a mate?" I staggered backward until my back hit a tree, and I slid down defeatedly. I clenched my eyes shut, praying that the tears wouldn't fall. I wouldn't let him win whatever twisted game we were playing, even if it meant we both had to lose.

For the man who once believed love could carry them both. For the broken heart still beating under all that silence. I would win this game. Even if I lost everything else. Even if she never looked back.