Born Loser Comic Novels & Stories

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.

He is a loser not a kissable person. What is happening to me? He is getting under my skin, and I don't allow anyone to do that. They are just background noise, nuisances in my life. He’s been touching me constantly since yesterday, and my brain is failing to categorize it as 'gross' or 'annoying.' I find him attractive, and I’m not even ovulating, so I can’t blame the hormones. It’s just the stupid, cursed bond. Without it, I would never, ever fall for an uneducated douche like him.

“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.

Eventually, Veron could not take it anymore. "That's enough!! You people have no idea who he really is, do you!!" shouted Veron. "Veron, what are you doing?" said Oliver, surprised at Veron's outburst. "You know what Veron? For once that loser was right. What are you doing?" mocked Karen. "We all know he is the biggest loser in Metro City. The fact that he hired actors to pose as our bosses shows how desperate he is to shed his loser image." Aliyah added fuel to the fire.

“Oh, come on. Let’s go to Lucci’s. If it had been the pre- Elena you, you would have called a stripper right here and would have gotten a lap dance. But now….” “Well, then maybe I have changed, but I am not…” Aslan was trying his best to defend but Jodi had an upper hand tonight. “Let’s go then.” “First you give me my million. Here we go.” He threw his cards on the table and everyone groaned as they lost. “We will, but you will have to collect it from Lucci’s. Left my wallet there.” Jodi was giving him a hard time. “I am not going to Lucci’s.” Asslan fired.

But it didn't just stop there. He also lost everything he had. He lost his properties, he got fired from his recording label, his fans left him, and nobody else would ever want to work with him anymore. His voice, which he'd always been proud of, had been ruined by an acid attack, and his face was also disfigured. He was utterly, thoroughly destroyed. He then turned on the gas stove and ended his life, holding the only photo of me that I'd taken together with him. … Cyrus and I boarded the plane to Doraway. We were going on our honeymoon.