Novel & Cerita Beautiful Loser Book

We hug in the tiny dressing room, both of us crying now but for different reasons. That night, I downloaded a book called "Why Men Love Bitches" on my phone. The title makes me laugh—a real laugh that feels foreign after so much crying. If this is my bitch era, I might as well learn how to do it right. The book talks about confidence, about not chasing men who don't want you, about building a life that's so good you don't need anyone else to complete it. "This is good advice," Lyra says as I read. "Especially the part about not being available whenever he snaps his fingers."

I also loved the pain that came from the books, maybe because I knew it wasn’t real and just wanted to enjoy the moment. I remembered the last book I read about a girl who failed so much at love, but finally found the right one. It was a tragedy book because even after finding the right one, she refused countless times to enjoy the moment. Her past traumas were haunting her periodically. She finally let him go after not being able to get out of her past. She watched him get married to someone else and live his life. Even though it hurt her, she was much more happy because he had found someone better than her. That gave her joy. I am still waiting for the next book because the author did prom

I'm on a break but till then you can enjoy my previous book. "HER SAVIOUR ALPHA". . Sana Pov's . Everything was going perfectly in my life. I had the best husband in this world who could fight the whole world for me. He loved me which no one did to me and I was pregnant with his child but then because of one person, my whole life changed... I lost everything in one day, even my dignity. .

Here in these walls, in this fantasyland, it was so much easier to pretend than out there. Leo was beautiful, kind, from an affluent family with a bright future at his feet. Amberleigh was a whore born and raised in a ghetto, who never even graduated high school, carrying her second unwanted pregnancy, with no future rather than spreading her legs to rich men until she was too old and washed up. She would have no Pretty Woman ending where a rich, charismatic man saw beneath her soiled exterior to her pure heart and whisked her off to a better life. Girls like Amberleigh didn’t get a happy ending.

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

He likes playing with girls ' feelings. If anyone knew that all that we had was just a fake relationship, all of you would criticize me. All of you will wish that I shouldn't ever exist, just like my aunt Matilda and my cousin Malia kept on telling me. The truth is that I am not lucky. I am the unluckiest person in this world. I thought no one would ever manipulate me again, just like my aunt did to me, but then here I am again, being toyed with by someone who's hard as stone.

I used to be highly amused at the way she shamelessly went and spoke to them but few of them were bully’s They would tease me because I was always dressed like a nerd with big glasses and my hair covered most of my face, which made me look shabby. Scarlett on the other hand was a very pretty blonde who would attract guys like bees and they would be swarming around her. I did not mind even if they bullied me because I found it very useless to argue with them. But one day as I was walking down the path towards the Restaurant it was getting a little dark but I wanted to have my favorite ice cream, so I had rushed down towards it before it closed for the day, I was walking hastily and suddenly s

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

I am a complete loser. I am immobile and irresponsive to whatever is happening to me or around me. I motivate myself not to think about him, then, the sight of a crow decides otherwise. I woke up and realized I didn’t think of him and the rest of the day will be good, then, someone use a lighter, and the sound shatters me into pieces I don’t know how to collect. I kept myself busy with loads of work, but the sight of books squeeze my lungs, for, I almost that I could finally attend an art school, live my dream. A song, a black shirt familiar cologne, smell of sweat even if it is my own, rain and coffee, and every speck has now become like guns shooting his memories to break the already broke

'a way to move on quickly, compelling.' My smile grew when I found a book that was not too thick, a book to be able to recover faster from a broken heart. The cover is pink mixed with black. "So you're heartbroken, huh?" asked the cashier when I paid for the book I bought "Hmmm, not for me," I avoided. The fat woman looked at me sharply. "Then, for who? Your eyes are talking," she said again. "My eyes?" I also hold my eyes