Baca Loser Life Novels & Stories

I'm working the overnight shift at a convenience store, restocking shelves, when a female live streamer bursts through the front door at 2:00 am. She holds her phone out in front of her, broadcasting live to over 600 thousand viewers online. The camera sweeps across the store before zeroing right in on me. "You're still working the overnight shift at a convenience store at your age? Are you just not planning on getting married?" I don't even bother looking up. "Not really interested." She gives me a knowing smile. "Oh. I guess your income doesn't really allow for it, huh?" The comments in the live chat explode instantly. [A night shift clerk talking about marriage? How absurd!] [He'

"Let it go? Gemma killed Zack because of her friend. You want me to just let it go?" Helen's face paled. I continued, saying, "I will never forgive her in this life. She can stop dreaming." Then, I slammed the door in her face. Returning to my room, I leaned against the door and slowly slumped to the floor. In the living room, my grandmother was still humming Zack's favorite nursery rhyme when he was little. I lowered my hands and retrieved the photo from my pocket. It was taken on the day of Zack's graduation. He was wearing a cap and gown, grinning stupidly at the camera.

Are you really going to waste the rest of your life on him? He was right. I did not love Matteo. But that did not matter. He loved me, and that was enough. After everything I endured in my previous life, I had no desire to gamble everything on love again. It had cost too much. I curved my lips into a faint, mocking smile. "Victor, you still don't understand. Love was never the important part. You loved me so much once, and in the end, I was still the only one you forgot."

Jamie read it at breakfast. I hadn’t shown it to him. He’d found the link himself — I didn’t ask how, Kendrick’s platform wasn’t obscure, probably just a search — and he read it on his phone at the kitchen island while I made eggs that I wasn’t going to eat because twenty-two weeks had made eggs complicated for reasons I hadn’t fully identified. He was quiet while he read. Then quiet for a moment after. “The city section,” he said. “What about it?” “The part about people who perform stability for long enough that they forget what the real thing feels like.” He set his phone down. “You wrote that about me.”

he said,a wide smile forming on his lips. "What about your parents and your siblings?" "I lost both my parents in a car accident when I was 12, and I lost my grandma as well 5 years ago. I have only one sibling and she's 18" I voiced out in reply. "I'm so sorry to hear that, so where is your sister now?" "she's at home" my words short and abrupt, trying to avoid more questioning "And your boyfriend? or is Branden your boyfriend?" he said with a smirk up his lips.

Corinna looked at him for a moment. "You're right," she said. "Patience without discernment is waiting. But action without understanding what you actually have —" she held his gaze "— is how you lose assets you can never recover." The moderator moved on quickly, the way good moderators did when something in a panel suddenly had two layers. The room had felt it. Several people shifted in their seats. Someone in the third row leaned toward the person beside them. Dorian, she knew without looking, was somewhere in that audience.

~I say run (Run) Laugh like you've gone mad (Laugh) Time to say goodbye to tears Run, Never look back In my two hands hundred bands I'm a loser~ -Loser Lover (TXT) ---- ---- --- - --- ---- ---- ----- ------ ----- Stefanos: “Stefanos?” “Is…is that…y-you Stefanos?” The man on the bed, my father croaked out. Eyes slowly starting to glisten with the oncoming tears as he sniffled like a child.

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

Lieve heard him uttering to her. “I couldn't hurt her, let alone taking her life,” His words made her dig her nails more harshly against her own palm. “If you know you have already become a loser then destroy the winner, Zace,” Lieve's words made him snap his eyes in her direction, where he found her rigid gaze already on him. “It's not always about the winner or a loser, sometimes, it's just about….. ruining the game to tackle your loss,” she said to him, peering right into his intoxicated, reddened eyes.

Janet was waiting for me outside, her eyes flicking past me toward the room behind me. "Thinking about going in to save her?" I asked. "No. I was just wondering what's going on." "I see." She handed me a file. "Laura jumped into a river trying to get away from some debt collectors and ruined one of her legs. Now she's hiding at an illegal underground club, working as a hostess. "But that bad leg makes her pretty much useless there. All she does is run errands for the other women. She hardly sleeps. They keep her working nonstop.