Born Loser Comic Novels & Stories

Destination: Hong Kong. Back in Peter's office, Derek's ex-boss pointed his pipe at Carmen and Tyler, with Jim looking on in approval. "What did you two bozos call me earlier? Oh yeah, that's right... a loser." he said. "Well, then... Who's The Loser Now?" *The End*

The overall loser ended up being Amanda. "Sadly, this activity of gaming has come to an end and unlike we expected, our dearest Mark finally redeemed himself, leaving his title of a sore loser to our very own, Amanda West" Alan announced and Amanda scoffed, annoyed at the turn of events "And we just can't let a loser go free, so Miss West you will have to drink 2 shots of vodka in 30 seconds," he said and stepped aside to reveal 2 shots of vodka on the table; which wasn't there previously.

BROTHEL Roars of excitement tore through the space as a winner finally pulled through in a card game, while the loser’s face twisted with disdain. “You said you could win!” One of the men grabbed the loser by the collar. “Give me back my money!” “Let go of me!” 'Fight,' Jerik thought as he drank from his mug of thick ale. 'Break each other’s bones and give me some fucking show.' But, as usual, life hated him. The loser reluctantly pulled out his money and handed it over to save himself.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about you." Auren blinked in confusion. "...Okay." Only then did the pressure disappear. The entire marketplace released a collective breath. People slowly climbed back to their feet, many refused to meet Kaelor's eyes, others scrambled far away. The warrior stumbled backward, rubbing his wrist. He looked as though he'd just survived a nightmare. Kaelor didn't even glance at him again. Instead he turned to me. His expression softened immediately. "Are you hurt?" The change was so sudden it stole my breath. One moment he had been every story mothers told to frighten unruly children.

she's an introvert and he dislikes people who are introverts and quiet because he believes they are very scheming. He was draw aback when he heard a chuckle from the bed. "Hunter" Hayden called with glimpse of light in his eyes and walk hastily to Hunter's bedside. "Gos to think a bitch did this to me is really embarrassing hahaha" Hunter said as he gets up and sat at the edge of the bed with a sarcastic laughter. "Seems like the bottle hits your brain" Hayden scoff at his brother werid behaviour. "You won't understand Hayden. To think a girl" he paused and touched his bandaged head

I feel our tail wag again. "My name's Leonder, but my friends call my Leo" He starts rubbing the sides of our face. There's nothing in his eyes but adoration and contentment as he stares into Honour's dark blue eyes. He glances back over at his jeep, it's still running and the driver side door is wide open towards the road.

I wanted to cry as I heard a loud buzzer, I won. I looked around and saw them all lying on the ground, I looked up to the benches and saw my father. My tears fell as my father mouthed… GOOD JOB. I smiled. Everyone gasped as the arena was filled with blinding light. One thing's for sure... IT WASN'T ME.

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the commander rasped over the comms, his voice filled with a sudden, sharp fear. “It’s a Mack-Quinton original,” Jax said, stepping forward. “We call it the 'Loser’s Weight.' Because it only hits people who think they’re above everyone else.” While the Next Gen held the front, the Old Guard Reapers were operating in the shadows of the southern perimeter. Gordan Chen and Jonas Rex moved with a silence that was more terrifying than the noise of the battle. They weren't using high-tech gravitational weapons or drone swarms; they were using the "Old Guard" grit that had defined the Krauser Kartel for decades.

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