Born Loser Comic Novels & Stories

“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.

But the truth was, I had no sharp retort — not when the man sitting beside her had once been my mate. Three years of union, yet she spoke as though I'd merely been keeping her seat warm. Back then, I never understood why I always felt like an outsider in my own relationship. Now I did. Everything — every word, every look — had always depended on him. Aaron's heart had already chosen a side. And that made me the inevitable loser. As I sat in silence, Lily tilted her head, studying me with feigned concern. "Valerie, you look pale. Are you feeling unwell?"

she said, but you’re talking about mine so it’s fare I do the same, she pushed my head and walked up to my front, she punched me hard on my tummy, I groan in pain, she drag my hair and slap me again on my cheek, stupid bitch, I would teach you a lesson, you would suffer how I did and I would take my time doing it she said as she walked out the door locking it, I groan in pain, everywhere hurts, I thought we were best friends, how is it my fault, I didn’t even know about it, the ceiling is leaking in a corner, I could here the roaches walking around, the place is quiet so quiet I doubt if anyone can find me. It’s been almost an hour since I’ve been here, I didn’t even eat yesterday, it’s onl

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

My pup was gone after all. The doctor explained that the Rogue's silver knife had damaged my womb, and the emotional turmoil I'd endured had caused the wound to reopen, leading to severe bleeding. In the end, I couldn't keep my pup. Vidar stayed by my side, comforting me. "There'll be other chances to conceive. For now, just focus on healing." "Where's Grayson?" I asked. He hadn't shown his face once since I'd gotten hurt.

During my senior year of high school, my grades are completely erratic. I can ace three subjects while completely bombing the other three, leaving me dead last in my class. My homeroom teacher, Janet Bennett, throws me and my backpack out of the classroom. A classmate waves my report card around as the rest of the class laughs. "You're a total loser. You even failed your language test. Even a factory wouldn't hire you." The next day, my homeroom teacher throws out the student ranking second to last, Ethan Hoppe, as well. "One bad apple spoils the whole bunch. And somehow, our class has two of them. You think the college entrance exam is only going to test what you're good at? You two ca

Samuel quickly cried, "T-there's been a misunderstanding, Mr. Keaton! Aubrey and her sister were the ones who crossed the line! "They were the ones who wanted to take Ophelia's spot from her! They were even rude to Mrs. Keaton!" Samuel gestured at us as he spoke self-righteously. "I already tried getting them to apologize, but they refused. But rest assured, I'll give you and Mrs. Keaton a satisfactory resolution, Mr. Keaton. I'll call the headmaster and have him settle the matter right away!" Tristan nodded, satisfied. He turned to us again and said coldly, "Do you hear that? The spot belongs to Ophelia. Why don't you two just give up?"

“Pathetic btch? Isn’t that title more fitting for you, Matilda?” “Stop this nonsense at once, Briella! What you’re doing is wrong!” Xander yelled. I stood up and faced him head-on. “You’re right, this is nonsense. And I’m done playing along. I need to make the right move now. Reporters are waiting for me outside.” I turned my head slightly and looked at Mr. Cayab one last time. He still seemed frozen, probably calculating the damage. “If you think you can defeat me, Briella, you’re mistaken! I won’t lose to a loser like you!” Matilda spat, her voice shaking with rage.

The guy who was stuffing the money laughed with mockery. “Don’t underestimate her she must be raking her head right now trying to find out about the serial killer even though she has resigned, remember my encounter with her the other day? I couldn’t even get a proper orgasm when she showed herself. It was really frustrating.” The newcomer said harshly.