Born Loser Comic Novels & Stories

After the SAT, the five of us childhood friends got together and played a game to test how well we knew each other. In the first round, my best friend, Millie Thyme, asked, “If one of us was stranded in the countryside in the middle of the night, who would you rescue first?” The three boys, all of whom others had teased to be my future husbands since we were kids, wrote her name without hesitation. Someone joked that they had read each other’s minds. Millie’s face turned red as she explained, “Maybe because I’m the biggest scaredy-cat. Hailey is so capable. She wouldn’t need anyone to rescue her.” They all nodded in agreement. However, they had forgotten that when I was stranded in the

The city had witnessed the fall of a woman who had once wielded fear like a crown. Frank put his arms around Delia, she sunk into him. Relief flooded through her veins. Frank’s grip tightened around her, protective and reassuring. “This doesn’t mean the fight is over,” he reminded her. “Luca’s remnants are still out there. But with Samantha gone, the scales have shifted. Justice has begun, and we move forward from here, carefully.” Kylie looked around and smiled when she saw Thomas slumped against the lamp post, he looked exhausted, broken and lost in his own thoughts.

"This one was particularly — damaging. For the people involved." A beat. "Do you know the details?" I asked. "Only what my contact told me." A pause. "A man lost everything. His business, his savings." He set the glass down. "He died shortly after." The candle between us flickered. I kept my expression exactly where it was — interested, sympathetic, the face of a woman receiving new information. "That's awful," I said. "It is." He looked at me. "I just wonder sometimes how well any of us know the people we're closest to."

"Of course. She's probably jealous that Alex and Sasha are getting close. "This is probably just an act to get his attention. Leave her alone; I'd like to see what other acts she has up her sleeve." Liam had a thing for Sasha, and this was his way of helping her get back at me. In the end, I died in the lounge. The three men didn't notice something was amiss until I had laid stiffly and lifelessly on the ground for ten whole minutes. They blanched when they realized I truly wasn't breathing.

I subjugate my pain to liquor and weed so I wouldn't think or feel the pain that much, I badly needed to let loose of all that caged my heart in a dark empty sorrowful room. In the process of trying to let go of all the hurt, I hurt Diana. Asides my mother she is all I have left. Even after drinking and smoking so much I couldn't let go of everything happened. The minute my eyes becomes clear and the weed wares off I begin to come to my reality. I wish there was a way I could take the pain away forever, so I wouldn't hurt the innocent people I love. Seeing how deteriorating my trauma got I decided to hire a cousin of mine to run the affairs of my company, so far he has done a good job in han

Knoxville's face darkened, his eyes blazing with intensity. He took a deep breath, his fist clenched together, as if restraining himself from lashing out. "I don't believe you can win," he growled. "Once a loser, always a loser. You've always been a loser, and I won't watch you win." Maxwell burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I guess I should have known who I'm dealing with," he said, chuckling. "I forgot you're a stone that can't be broken easily."

"I don't like to be associated with a loser like you! I hate you!" Peter let out a dry laugh. "Darling, you are also a loser like me because Axel abandoned you. Now you are in the company of another loser whom you abandoned in the past. Our situation is similar indeed. There's a quote that says misery loves company, so I am here to keep you company. One loser + one loser equals two losers. We are indeed a perfect match made in heaven!" He laughed boisterously; his laughter filled the air.

” Damon ~”Hey it got me this girl, didn’t it? Once everybody has had a round, she looks at me very confused. Skye ~”But who is the looser?” Damon ~”Baby everybody is losers.” Skye ~”Oh that sucks.” Damon ~”I can pull one more then we can decide who the loser is really.” Skye ~”Ok.” Damon ~”Last one. Has sex while watching TV.” Skye ~”Damon.” Amber ~”Mason.” Mason ~”Damon.”

“You think you’re the only one who knows how to play games? You’ve used me for your little power struggle, and now you want to cry foul because I’ve finally turned the tables? Spare me your smelling outrage, Raymond.” I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to lash out. Lillian was cunning, ruthless even, but I had underestimated the lengths she’d go to. “If you think this changes anything, you’re mistaken,” I said, my voice hard. “A child won’t make me love you, Lillian. It won’t make me forget Aurora.” Her face twisted in fury, but before she could respond, the entrance door flew open. Lucas, my Beta, rushed in, his face pale.

“It’s just where I am.” He handed the photo back. I put it in my bag next to the referral it had replaced. Outside the clinic car park a Tuesday in Las Vegas was happening, oblivious and bright. “I’ll see you at home,” I said. He nodded. Got out. Walked to his car. I sat alone for a moment with my hand on my stomach and the morning quiet around me and the full complicated weight of what my life had become pressing gently but firmly on my chest. I wasn’t winning. Neither was he. That was maybe the most honest place we’d ever been. I started the car and drove home.