Cake X Loser Novels & Stories

"Goodness, are you okay?" "Why?" asked Cathy. "Why do I feel disappointed when I am not even the loser?" Roxie and Prince Lawrence stopped. They just stared at Cathy, and just by the flow of her tears, Prince Lawrence knew what the reason was. "Was it because of Kaisen?" Cathy didn't speak. Roxie looked at Prince Lawrence. "Because of Caisen?" he wondered. Prince Lawrence nodded. "Caisen and Cathy are childhood friends; oh, no, they're childhood sweethearts. I think he was hurt by Caisen's move today."

I said with a low voice, right now, all those stupid rules fly out of my head, and I am back to my old self, always in my shell "So you could be all calm? You finally get to taste him, you like it right?" She said with a mocking voice "With the way you were nipping on his lips last night, it only means you wanted him Tch. He can’t be your darling slut, last two nights were a mirage, right now, it's reality, so deal with it, I am sure Cameron must be regretting that awful kiss, your breath is awful." I closed my locker in anger, remembering the fact that Cameron had said those awful words, that he is not in love with me, Cassie is right, I am just a loser, and he will never love me, even if h

"Oh, right. Valerie, weren't you out with Cassian the day before yesterday? Is that why you're not taking work seriously anymore? Don't tell me you're planning to form a mate bond with him and become a full-time housewife?" My stomach dropped. Of all people to drag into this, I hadn't expected her to bring up Cassian. Before I could even speak, she pressed on with mock sympathy. "Let me be honest, Valerie. Every full-time housewife I've known ends up miserable. After a few years, their mates resent them for not making money, and they lose all sense of dignity. That's why I'm telling you this. You have to learn to value yourself, to focus on your career."

She paused, then added reluctantly, “The one who reached out and specifically requested your help is Mr. Tanner.” Ava nodded. “And his opponent?” Rebecca closed her eyes briefly, as if bracing herself. “His rival is…” She opened her eyes and finished in a defeated tone, “Your ex-husband. Ethan Woods.” For the first time since the conversation began, Ava’s fingers stopped moving. Her breath hitched, just slightly. Then she laughed. It was soft, restrained, and utterly devoid of warmth. “So that’s how it is,” Ava murmured. “No wonder you look like you’re attending a funeral.”

"If you care about her so much, why don't you get back together with her? Today's a good day for reconciliation. Come on, give us something to cheer about!" A smile tugged on Jonathan's lips, but perhaps Eloise's presence beside him prompted him to stop the crowd's jesting. "Ellie, don't take their words personally." Eloise didn't, and she'd stopped caring about Jonathan, too. During the cake-cutting ceremony, Eloise had just picked up the knife and was about to make the first cut when Sonia asked sweetly, "Jon, can I have the first slice?" It was customary for Eloise to make the first cut and eat the first slice, considering it was her birthday.

She shouted to the bar attainder, can I have 2 shots of tequila, sure he replied back loudly, I looked around and saw a group of people laughing and taking pictures, Amelia here, takes this, it will lighten your mood, I took it in one gulp at once, I’m a light drinker so one shot will do for me, Emily drag me do the dance floor and we started dancing and having fun. I and Andrea walked into the club, Andrea has been my best friend for when I could remember. Ezra come on, let's go, people were dancing, and even though the music is loud I could still hear what people are saying, “No one has to know” a random girl said, “we should head home now before my girl comes, she doesn't know I like boys

"Gaby, is this about my title track? You were mad because of that, right? But I've already canceled the contract with Isabella. You'll still be in charge of my albums! You'll be the only one in charge of all my future albums! Please?" "No way!" Cyrus answered for me. Then, he and Mitchell started to fight. Both of them were about the same height and build. However, Mitchell was quickly on the losing end as Cyrus threw him to the ground and hit him multiple times. Dad pulled me aside and let the two men fight it out in our home. "Don't worry," he said. "Cyrus is a boxing expert. He won't lose to others." Did I look like I was worried about him?

“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 cake board itself had skidded across the room when I had fallen, leaving a trail of destruction, frosting smeared across the expensive rug and I looked like I had been in a fight with a bakery. And lost. Spectacularly. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” Axel said slowly, his eyes traveling from the mess on the floor back up to me with deliberate, calculated cruelty, “but I think the cake goes on the table.” He paused, letting the words hang in the air then he smiled. “Although it does look like it belongs right where it is.” His voice dropped lower, each word landing like a slap. “A mess on an uncultured mess.” The world stopped.

He held his head in agony, a sound like a trapped beast wailing in his throat. He finally understood. He had completely lost his treasure.