Baca Loser Life Novels & Stories

It already cheered me up to be around them when my parents would leave unexpectedly for their impulsive trips. “No, Harold. I’ll just go home,” I said, avoiding his eyes. He was only showing concern, but right now, I needed to be alone. For days, I don’t leave the house. I don’t answer any calls or messages. I wallow in my self-pity, spending hours rewatching the entire Modern Family series from the beginning. It’s a distraction, but it only deepens my sense of sadness because it only shows me what it means to have a family and not be alone. I try to eat, but even that feels like a chore. Thankfully, the chef that comes with the penthouse takes care of meals—one of the perks of being a Caste

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.

He couldn't get in even if he wanted to with out my permission know one can get in this barn. "I'm not running or hiding I'm just living my fucking life how I want, and just to let you in on a secret I have a boyfriend all ready. So leave me the fuck alone!!"

I feel our tail wag again. "My name's Leonder, but my friends call my Leo" He starts rubbing the sides of our face. There's nothing in his eyes but adoration and contentment as he stares into Honour's dark blue eyes. He glances back over at his jeep, it's still running and the driver side door is wide open towards the road.

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

Nicky chuckled, " Or the eyes that are only for decoration and lack brilliance." Martin snickered behind his palm, Amelia couldn't hold in her laughter as her eyes went to Alexia's hideous glasses. Alexia seethed with rage. Her hands shook as she held the fork. The ball in Nicky's throat looked inviting. She just had to throw it and watch life slowly leave her eyes. " A loser will always try to come up with an excuse to make himself more than his status." " A distinguishing characteristic of a loser is the refusal to acknowledge their shortcomings. You have a terrible sense of fashion, deal with it." Nicky rebutted.

Nova and Silas in his car, parked somewhere dark, kissing like teenagers and touching each other with zero hesitation. I stared at it, then exhaled slowly. So that was how Leo got lost. The two of them had left a four-year-old inside a crowded party so they could sneak off. “What kind of irresponsible parents…” I muttered. Tristan shrugged, expression unreadable. “I just wanted you to see it. Make whatever decision you want with the information. Including whether you still feel like helping her look.” He said it lightly, but the message was clear. I looked at him for a second longer, then stepped out of the room without answering.

"I don't like to be associated with a loser like you! I hate you!" Peter let out a dry laugh. "Darling, you are also a loser like me because Axel abandoned you. Now you are in the company of another loser whom you abandoned in the past. Our situation is similar indeed. There's a quote that says misery loves company, so I am here to keep you company. One loser + one loser equals two losers. We are indeed a perfect match made in heaven!" He laughed boisterously; his laughter filled the air.

Brenda said Cassandra stood up and picked up her bag “So are you joining me or do you want to spend the rest of your miserable life here?” Brenda thought about it and shaked her head “As much as I want to leave this cell, I have choose to spend the rest of my life in this prison” Cassandra scoffed “Coward” “No I’m not a coward, it’s just that I have accepted my fate. There is something you need to know about life Miss Cassandra, there are losers and there are winners. When things don’t work out the way you want just know you have lost and your enemies have won, you need to learn to accept failure”

‘'Couldn't win, fighting, bleeding, losing, and now I'm sick of it If I can't have it I fuckin' keep it low Crying, crying, crying, forget it now Love you, love you, love you No matter what I do. I say run Laugh like you've gone mad Time to say goodbye to tears Run Never look back In my two hands hundred bands I'm a loser I’m a loser I’m a loser Lover with a dollar sign Is a loser I'm a lover I’m a lover Lover with a dollar sign Is a loser’’ Relating to every word in the lyrics,Alice sat there as she cried miserably .