Born Loser Comic Novels & Stories

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"

the two girls stared at Joshua angrily, their eyes on the verge of spitting fire. “That won’t do. You have to pay it back,” Joshua narrowed his eyes at them. “I won’t! What can you do? You loser , do you think you can act all high and mighty just because you’ve won a little money? You really think you’re rich now? Think again? You still have a long way to go!” “Exactly! You can’t do anything if I choose not to return the money!” the two girls sneered.

Very worrying. The last time I’d seen Princess Laney, she’d given me a sound beating under the guise of sword training. We had made plans for more beatings, I mean, lessons, but I ducked out of Fengarad before she could teach me the many different ways to lie on the ground, crying. Hopefully, she wasn’t mad I’d stood her up. Maybe she didn’t even remember. “He’s part of a group called The Losers. He’s the head Loser.”

Clinton waved his hand indifferently and asked, “I see that Charlie gave you something just now, what is it?” Lily snorted contemptuously. “Uh, a painting, it must be from one of the junkyard sales or flea markets, some one or two hundred dollar rubbish!” Clinton smirked. “Once a loser, always a loser!”

"Challenge accepted, the loser does whatever the winner wants." Before I could retort, his hand squeezed my waist, "Come on are you scared of a little losing, loser Smith?" My lips formed a straight line, "Fine, you loser Hastings." I lost, badly. Because although there was a beautiful sunset, there was no food basket or a blanket and most certainly not a single candle.

I said my voice steady, though my insides were screaming. David stopped rubbing his hair, he looked at me, the smirk fading into something darker, something more complex…But then he laughed. With a cold and hollow sound..”Maybe,” he said, stepping towards me. “But you're the one who forgot who I was,Maldie.You're the one who let the brother you hate into your bed. So tell me…..who's the real loser here?? Me with my thousand dollars, or you with your broken heart?” "The loser," I whispered, leaning in just like he had two years ago, "is the guy who thinks a thousand dollars is enough to pay for what I'm going to do to you."

Olivia::"I won't." John:"Ok then I won't leave you." Olivia::"Let me go." John:"No first tell me. " Olivia::"You are such a loser ! " John:"Oh , Am I a loser ? " Olivia::"Yes , yes , you are a pathetic loser." John:"Not my problem.You will have to spend rest of your life with the loser." Olivia: says mockingly"I know it's my sad luck." John:"So did you came up with a good one."

“You know what’s pathetic? You two losers sitting here trash-talking a woman who just kicked your asses in a race.” They turned, surprise flickering across their faces. “What did you say?!” the first guy sneered, trying to regain his composure. “I said you’re both losers,” I shot back. “You should be embarrassed to lose to someone you think is just a ‘widow’ playing the grieving card. Clearly, I’m just better than you two.” Their expressions soured, and I could see the anger brewing. “You think you’re tough, huh?” the second guy spat. “You’re just a sad little girl looking for attention!”

"I haven't lost yet." Julian, who was pressed under Beau, was still struggling with all his might. "I haven't lost yet!" "You lost." Beau smiled faintly and let go of Julian. He stood up and looked down at Julian, who was lying on the ground and couldn't even stand up. "You lost. Stop struggling." In every aspect, he had lost. Beau felt bored if he continued to be entangled with a loser. He stood up and raised his hand to pat Gloria on the shoulder. "Take care of him."

CHAPTER 50 LOU “Okay. Here’s the result” Everyone became silent again as Kath started speaking. “The losers are...” it feels like there is a drum roll effect that is now playing in our ears. I looked at my friends and they looked nervous as well. Hmm, I think this isn’t scripted because they will not feel the same as much as I do if this is a prank. “The losers are Lester, Eloisa, and Jane” and we sighed as we heard the losers. We also laughed because of the reaction of the three. Hoogh! I feel relieved.