Baca Loser Life Novels & Stories

My parents used lottery tickets to decide our allowances because they wanted to train and educate my younger sister, Elena Carter, and me. Every week before we returned to school, we would be given five lottery tickets. Whatever amount we scratched would be our weekly allowance. Elena was always lucky. She would always win at least a hundred dollars, and she would spend the money on good meals, dresses, and even buying her roommates coffee. The most I had won was 15 dollars, and most of the day, all I got was a few dollars. At the height of my bad luck, all five lottery tickets would end up being losing tickets. I had to rely on the two dollars I managed to save last week. When I asked

I was supposed to be nothing more than a doomed side character in someone else's story. After I woke up to the truth, though, I became the male lead's best friend instead—and ended up with the wealthy girl who had always loved him, leaving him free to live happily ever after with the school's golden girl. Ten years later, though, he made a very public announcement that he was single and back in town. Then, in the old class group chat that had been inactive for a long time, he sent two messages. [I'm back. We should all get together sometime.] [@Whitney Charlton, you'll be there, right?] The group chat exploded instantly. After all, everyone still remembered the golden boy we had known b

He had trapped himself in a dead end and couldn't escape. I replied lightly, "Donate it. I don't care what charity. Consider it a good deed in his name." Joseph said okay and hung up. I sat on the hillside, looking at the lush green mountains in the distance while cupping a handful of the yellow dirt beneath my feet. "If there's a next life, let's never meet again, Samuel." The dirt blew away in the wind, and everything returned to dust. And my life was only just beginning.

Then, because the moment felt right and I was tired of carrying it alone: "She said you're only here because you can't tolerate losing things." He didn't flinch. "She's not entirely wrong." I stared at him. "I don't want you to think I'm telling you something different from what's true," he said. "Losing you did something to me. Finding out about the baby did something to me. Both things are real." He held my gaze. "But I've been sitting on that bench because I want to. Not because I can't stand to lose. Because I don't want to be somewhere you're not." A beat. "Those are different things."

She opened it slowly, revealing a Rolex watch, sleek, expensive, flawless. It was the birthday gift she had prepared for him. Now, it felt laughable. Without hesitation, Ava walked to the trash can. Splat. The watch worth over a million disappeared among discarded paper and plastic. She exhaled slowly. Three years of love. Three years of sacrifice. All wasted. From now on, she told herself, I’ll live only for myself. Ava walked out of the villa, hailed a taxi, and gave the driver an address. Her own villa.

Billie Eilish, SZA, Olivia Rodrigo, all the artists who understood what it felt like to love someone who didn’t love you back the same way. “I love you, I’m sorry” played softly through my speakers. I pulled up the hidden folder on my phone. The one I should have deleted years ago. Us in his old Astoria apartment kitchen, making faces at the camera. Him shirtless, me in his t-shirt, both laughing at something I couldn’t remember anymore. Him sleeping, peaceful, one arm stretched toward where I’d been lying next to him. Me on his lap on the couch, his arms around my waist, chin on my shoulder, both of us watching something on TV.

the two girls stared at Joshua angrily, their eyes on the verge of spitting fire. “That won’t do. You have to pay it back,” Joshua narrowed his eyes at them. “I won’t! What can you do? You loser , do you think you can act all high and mighty just because you’ve won a little money? You really think you’re rich now? Think again? You still have a long way to go!” “Exactly! You can’t do anything if I choose not to return the money!” the two girls sneered.

"Calm down Carlson. Don't get me to start with you. And you Amanda, look at yourself in the mirror then you will realize that you are a loser, a cheep dressing sense girl. Why are you even here? You lose the competition!" Wow! I didn't expect that "seriously, you are still at the competition thing? Do you have your own life or not? Or you just have to be nosy in other's life. And I don't understand why are you so much persistent about me losing and calling me a loser. You won. Ok be happy for yourself Why every time trying to make shout that- you are a winner and I'm a loser. the whole school knows it then why?

"Do you know what I think about people who take their own lives? Apart from all that religious crap about hell and judgement—which, by the way, I don’t give a damn about—I think people who choose death as an escape are the ultimate losers. Is that really who you want to be?” He scoffed, his arms still outstretched. "You should just give up on saving me. Isn't it obvious that I've been a loser and a failure my whole life? So, whatever you're saying—it's nothing new. I've already accepted it as part of who I am."

“Do not think I didn’t notice your trembling hands. When I get this deal, it will be a testament to the fact you are and will always be a loser.” June refused to let her sister’s words get to her. With her years of dealing with the nutjob, she realised her sister derived joy from tearing others down. It took her a while to realise but now she knew, she decided never to give her the satisfaction. “We both know you are the loser. The biggest loser in the world if you asked me.” June scoffed, “You can’t even secure a life of your own. You thrive by stealing and taking what isn’t yours because you can’t do anything right.”