Novel & Cerita Beautiful Loser Book

“Nope. I’m comfortable just as I am. Right here. Beside you.” I groaned in frustration. “What do you want, Chaise Anderson? Are you really that desperate to make somebody’s life a living hell?” “You see… that. You have this opinion of me that I want to change,” he said seriously. “I’m not all that bad, if you gave me a chance, Alice.” I shook my head. “Whatever for?” I shut my book, gathered my things and started to leave. “Alibri Bookshop,” he said. I turned to him and raised a brow.

She said, "I'm telling you, if I hadn't been worried about blowing your cover, I would've rushed in that day and beat the crap out of those two trash bags. "Two absolute idiots. Their brains must've fallen into a toilet and soaked in it to come up with something that low. I can't stand gold-digging, social-climbing losers. They act civilized, but you can always smell the rot underneath. "He's a delusional, greedy loser who doesn't know his place. Hopefully, life catches up to him, and he ends up dealing with the mess he deserves." Her words were crude, sure, but she wasn't wrong.

By the third I was laughing — this ugly, hollow sound that bounced off the walls and made me sound insane even to myself. Look at what I’ve become. Once upon a time I had everything. A beautiful wife who never complained. A thriving company. Respect. Power. Women like Jade who looked at me like I was the center of the universe. Now I was sitting on the floor outside an apartment that wasn’t mine anymore, smelling like three days without a shower, drinking garbage that cost less than a cup of coffee used to. Jade left weeks ago. No dramatic fight. She just packed her designer bags, took the jewelry I bought her, and walked out without looking back. The last thing she said still echoed in my h

Josephhina hoffs out. He looks at her then to me with a dark smirk slowly setting onto his face. “Do I need to get Body over here to get you to leave the new girl alone?” Her eyes widened, then narrowed at him, “Do I need to get Alexander over here?” “Why would I care what Alexander thinks? It’s not like he’s my Alpha!” “Because she’s mine.” Comes a low sexy voice that I’ve come to know as Alexander. “Who do you think you're laying claim to now?” I ask with venom lased in my voice.

Unlike those cheerleaders, I am not a hot mess when I cry, I am an ugly crier. The library comes into view and I slow down. What was I thinking? Did I have to make my jealousy obvious? He and his girlfriend can go to hell? Great. I managed to ruin any little hope left for us. Who am I kidding? There will never be an us. The shelf holding The Great Gatsby novel is the first place I seek, my comfort zone. I slide to the floor with my weight resting on the shelf. I like to think Let does the same and in the few moments I am here, I feel closer to him. Taking out the novel, a small smile falls to my lips. I might never be friends with Ben but I have Let. On my insistence, Let admitted to being h

The Power of Forgiveness: A Woman’s Guide In Saying I’m Sorry “Just when I thought he was turning cute.” I pick up the book and take Auster’s old place, a seat that was opposite Yohan’s. Despite my inner protests I start flipping through the pages. And just like I thought it was full of pictures of women crying and hugging it out. I didn’t even have to read a whole paragraph before I decided it just wasn’t for me. Annoyed, I throw it back into one of the crates near me. My eyes wander to what Yohan was reading. The Fall of The Great Alpha Of Cinco

"What do you mean perfect?" "Think about it, Brooks," Terry said, stepping closer into her space, though this time the hostility was gone, replaced by pure athletic ambition. "Every girl I’ve ever dated has tried to turn a real relationship out of it. They want the fame, the money, the drama. But you? You actually hate me. You have zero interest in my bed." "Less than zero," she clarified. "Exactly," Terry said, tapping his knuckles against her desk. "Which means this is a foolproof business deal. We fake it for the media, we save my captaincy, we save your job, and we don't have to worry about messy feelings. It's a clean playbook."

I had lost 12 kilograms. People started complimenting me — “You look so good!” “You’ve gotten so lean!” — and I’d smile, but it was hollow. Because the truth was, it wasn’t health. It was heartbreak. It was skipping meals because I’d rather feel hungry than feel unworthy. It was pushing myself in the gym until my legs shook because maybe, just maybe, he’d find me beautiful again if I looked like her. Whoever she was. The ones he messaged.

She picked up a pen and wrote beneath it: Whoever refuses to let go of it. Before bed, she stood by the window again. Somewhere out there were people just like she once was dismissed, discarded, told their value had expired. She wished she could tell them one thing. Not that it would get better. Not that love would return. But this: If they regret losing you, make sure it’s because the world is better with you in it without their permission. Serena turned off the light. The story was finished but theimpact wasn’t.

"He looked at you the way he used to look at me. He protected you the way he used to protect me. You took everything, Nova. So yeah, I took everything from you. Fair trade." She dropped the book on the ground right in front of her feet. "Welcome to the real world," she said quietly. "Where nice girls lose and gold diggers get exposed." She walked back into the room, I bent to pick the now torn book, then Katie emerged from somewhere behind her, gave me one last disgusted look, and followed. I picked up the book, the spine was bent now and the pages crumpled but at least it was still here and it was still mine.