Born Loser Comic Novels & Stories

God knows I want to see his pretty face right now. I catch his piercing gaze and hold it, letting my tired eyes throw every ounce of “look who is the loser now” at him. He has a befuddled look on his face. Losing clearly isn’t something he knows, Ha! well, welcome to reality, sweetheart. That's how it feels to be a loser, it’s horrible. "That was a trick not a test?” Elon shouts kicking earth in rage. “If you wanted someone carried, you should’ve just said! I would have carried three damned fools if I had to.”

Years later, a cold winter night. Julian and I were in a small cabin in Switzerland, drinking coffee by the fireplace. The baby in my arms was sleeping soundly. Julian was looking through an underground newspaper mailed from New York when he suddenly paused. "What's wrong?" I asked casually. He hesitated but handed the newspaper to me. In an obscure corner of the paper, there was a brief social news item: Former Mob Enforcer Dies Miserably on the Street Dante, the once-arrogant former Enforcer of the Moretti family, had been reduced to fighting stray dogs for food because he couldn't afford the expensive anti-rejection drugs for his surgeries.

Open W******p and send a message to the first contact on the list. To Alex: “Akiko in Sebs’ apartment. I'm hiding inside. Send the police in silence.” Alex was playing poker with Sebastian and Theo. He laughed because poor Theo had lost almost all his gummy bears, not to gambling, but to greediness. Theo ate more than he bet. Alex's phone signals a message, and he, without stopping making fun of Theo, opens the message to read. He suddenly turns white and the 2 lovers look at him apprehensively.

"Damian! Since when do you invite strangers to eat with us? Did you ask me first?" I gave a dismissive shrug. "No thanks. I have things to do." Honestly, I did not know why she still acted so smug. Clara had already filled me in on their situation earlier. Apparently, after I left, both Damian and Waverly had been fired from their jobs for 'improper conduct' and the negative attention their scandal attracted. Since then, Damian had been selling boxed lunches on the street to support their family. Waverly was, as always, a handful. Clara said she fought with Damian every other day and threw full-blown tantrums whenever things did not go her way.

“Ex– excuse me?” “Look Marlon Gustave in the eyes and tell him that he is a pathetic loser.” Marlon was staring at me intensely, as if daring me to do it. “You're a loser, Marlon.” The words roll off my tongue very easily. Too easily. A dry laugh comes from Marlon’s lips. “Thank you, Wayne. Have a wonderful day. Same to the rest of you, losers. Except for Marlon, he is the biggest loser here.” He leaves the class with as much haste as he came with.

“And the loser?” Misha’s smile was controlled, looking so cruel with that scar on his face. “The loser strips. Here. Now. End of game.” A pause. Hunter let out a low, uneasy chuckle. “You’re joking.” “I never joke with money,” Misha replied. “Or dignity.” “Why would you do this?” Brayden asked, eyes narrowing. “Because I’m bored.” Misha tilted his glass, swirling the last sip of whiskey like he was stirring fate itself. “Beside, you’ve already lost your pride. All I’m offering now is the chance to buy it back for a price that isn’t even yours to pay.”

“But you didn't.” “Yes, I did.”No, you didn't.” “Yes, I didn't. Don't you see? I've won. I inflicted every wound you wear on your skin. I gave every drop of poison running through your veins and your ‘mate’ is about to make me his Luna.``Is That what makes you think you've won? You used trick's instead of doing it openly and that is how a loser acts. You are no different from a loser.“And?”

After everyone rolled, they all kept one hand pressed firmly over their dice cups. Since I had won the last round, I called first. "A thousand dollars, no cap." The men exchanged knowing smiles. Including Lawrence, the three of them stayed in. His grin nearly split his face as he said, "Sebastian, don't take it too hard, even if you lose. You're a rookie. There's no shame in it." I kept my eyes locked with his and threw the words right back in his face. "There's no shame in losing. The only shame is trying to get out of paying."

"For Kate's year-end bonus this year, let's just give her 500 dollars to keep up appearances." My boss' nonchalant conversation with the accountant drifts through the half-closed break room door. "500 dollars? But Mr. Ribeiro, she's our top salesperson this year," the accountant reminds Rupert Ribeiro cautiously. "The new guy, Carter Stevens, just closed a small deal, and you just approved a 5,000-dollar bonus for him…" Rupert scoffs. "You don't get it. Carter's a man—a rising star. You have to throw money at him to bring out his killer instinct. "As for Kate, she's a 40-year-old woman. She's old. Even if she leaves us, who's going to want her? Giving her 500 dollars is already doing her

he smirked at Damien. "Lucas, you have always been the loser. At home, when we were little, you were a loser, at academics, you were the loser, sports? You were the loser and now business, you are still the loser. Learn to be comfortable with being the loser, maybe that way you would be able to become the winner of losers" Lucas gritted his teeth and grabbed the collars of Damien who did not even move a muscle. "One day, you will grovel on the floor in front of me, regretting that you ever said all of those shitty words!" Lucas let go of his collar and stormed out of the office.