Born Loser Comic Novels & Stories

“You know what, Cohen? Let’s not talk about that. If you’re saying this to have my pity so I can return you company, you’ve failed. I win already. You’re a loser and be ready to vacate your position soon.” Cohen shook his head. “This isn’t to gain your pity. I’m speaking with regrets. This is a sincere apology,” he spoke out. “I’ve lost to you, and being a loser doesn’t start today. It’s been a long time since I’ve been one. Ever since the moment, I lost your trust.” Patricia blew a heavy air through her mouth. “Change the topic, please,” she requested with her eyes half closed. She sighed and opened her eyes and she glanced at him. “The culprit…”

She hit him so had that he stumbled back. “You bitch.” John spat back. People were staring at them now. So, Elena took his hand, left the stuff she had bought and dragged him out. As soon as they were out, she slapped him again. “Elena, I will….” “Shut up you, cunt. You betted me, sold me, took money to sell me to another man and now you are here talking about him and about my character when you are nothing but a loser. Yes, you are a loser, John, who lost his job, his wife, his family, and everything. You couldn’t keep a family because you were nothing but a couch potato when I was dying there to keep bread on your plate. And you sold me. How much was the deal, John? Huh? How much money did

But beating me till my bones snapped and driving me to the house got off town with no phone and nothing was a low blow from him. I never expected something like this from him. He has always been the bigger person, the one who always takes the high road So what the hell has gotten over him? It couldn't stand losing. Now he knows how he feels to be the loser all the time. I have been a loser all my life so I had to do whatever was necessary to make sure I got what I wanted. He is slowly becoming me because he has tasted loss.

~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.

She paused, then added reluctantly, “The one who reached out and specifically requested your help is Mr. Tanner.” Ava nodded. “And his opponent?” Rebecca closed her eyes briefly, as if bracing herself. “His rival is…” She opened her eyes and finished in a defeated tone, “Your ex-husband. Ethan Woods.” For the first time since the conversation began, Ava’s fingers stopped moving. Her breath hitched, just slightly. Then she laughed. It was soft, restrained, and utterly devoid of warmth. “So that’s how it is,” Ava murmured. “No wonder you look like you’re attending a funeral.”

He couldn't believe it, flipping the paper again and again while muttering to himself, "No… no, it can't be… She's loved me for more than ten years. How could she just get rid of our child like that?" His whole body shook violently. He snatched the breakup letter and stared at it. He stayed silent for a long time, eyes fixed on the letter. It looked long, but only I knew it contained just two lines. [Goodbye, Samuel. I've repaid my debt, and our story ends here.] Finally, Samuel tore the letter to pieces, shooed everyone out, and even smashed a coffee table worth tens of thousands.

“The lighting in here is uneven.” “The lighting—” She burst out laughing. “That is the weakest excuse I have ever heard.” “I’m serious. This side of the room—” “You lost. Just say it.” I sat back on the couch. “You got lucky.” She fell onto the cushion beside me still laughing, and somewhere in that easy back and forth I lost track of the time entirely. The evening had just — disappeared. Quietly, without asking. It was her stillness that caught my attention first.

he cried out breaking down the more, he fell off the chair to the floor spreading his legs apart. “I don’t know what to believe anymore, Joshua insists that he doesn’t want Carmella but if the queen mother wants her, she would definitely succeed into forcing her on him, Carmella doesn’t even want me cause she has her eyes on Joshua, why is my life like this?” He thought soaking his hands and face with tears. Terry tried standing up, but he couldn’t deny how weak he felt at that point, it was more like his bones and muscles have been crushed into powder, he shook his head slowly and wished he could make everything perfect for himself.

I hadn't expected to run into Hendrick Jefferson in the living room after leaving his grandmother's room. He had seemingly just returned, with a few friends of his from other wealthy families following from behind. Kellan Lester sneered when he saw me. "Whitney Xander, what a hardworking lapdog you are, buzzing around Hendrick incessantly like a fly." The group of men burst out into laughter while Hendrick flopped himself down onto the couch, crossing one leg over the other. He stared at me coldly, his face dripping with disdain.

She helped me sat up on the bed. “I lost Fenrer,” I told her, almost in the verge of tears. “Who’s Fenrer?” she asked, confused. “He’s my wolf.” “May he rest in peace,” she replied but I could still sense the sarcastic tone of her voice. “He’s not dead, he’s just gone.” “Oh, my apologies,” she said but I didn’t think she actually mean it. “Are you okay now? You need some medicine?” “I’m fine,” I told her. I tried to get up, but the wounds in my back still hurt. It seemed like the pain levelled up after Fernrer was gone.