Cake X Loser Novels & Stories

Eventually, Veron could not take it anymore. "That's enough!! You people have no idea who he really is, do you!!" shouted Veron. "Veron, what are you doing?" said Oliver, surprised at Veron's outburst. "You know what Veron? For once that loser was right. What are you doing?" mocked Karen. "We all know he is the biggest loser in Metro City. The fact that he hired actors to pose as our bosses shows how desperate he is to shed his loser image." Aliyah added fuel to the fire.

"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.

Her voice was sugary sweet, but her words stung like a slap. Raymond chuckled softly beside her, his arm tightening around her waist as if he didn’t even see me standing there. The host straightened, his expression apologetic but firm. "In that case, the title of Miss Goddess Beauty goes to Liliana, the first runner-up. Congratulations!" The hall erupted into cheers and applause. Liliana beamed, stepping forward to accept the crown and sash. Raymond immediately scooped her up into his arms like a baby, spinning her around like she was the love of his life, well she is.

She had worked 12 hours after all. “I am a God, sunshine. I don’t get tired. Here take this piece of cake.” “I am full. I can’t.” “You will. Trust me, it’s the best cake you will ever eat.” “Do you eat cakes?” He had not a single ounce of fat on his body. “I love cakes.” “You don’t look like that.” “Did you just give me a compliment? I am flattered.” She looked at the large piece of cake. It was 2 am for heaven’s sake and she had a large piece of cake on her plate. She tasted it and couldn’t stop moaning. The result- he took her lips in for a kiss.

Jamie read it at breakfast. I hadn’t shown it to him. He’d found the link himself — I didn’t ask how, Kendrick’s platform wasn’t obscure, probably just a search — and he read it on his phone at the kitchen island while I made eggs that I wasn’t going to eat because twenty-two weeks had made eggs complicated for reasons I hadn’t fully identified. He was quiet while he read. Then quiet for a moment after. “The city section,” he said. “What about it?” “The part about people who perform stability for long enough that they forget what the real thing feels like.” He set his phone down. “You wrote that about me.”

It was time to end this for good. The potion burned bitterly as it slid down my throat, setting every inch of me ablaze. My muscles twisted in agony, like countless ants were devouring me from the inside. I clutched my chest, curling into a ball as sweat poured out of me in rivers. But none of that pain compared to the ache in my heart. I knew this suffering was necessary. It was the only way to cut Grayson out completely and start fresh. When the torment finally faded, relief washed over me. Even the air felt fresh. I pulled off the ring he'd given me at our wedding and tossed it into the street, watching as passing cars crushed it.

"What’s that crap in your hand? Don't tell me this was meant for my love, you poor trash." Before Davina could react, Laureen snatched the cake from her hands and threw it onto the pavement. With a cruel, deliberate motion, she ground her heel into the frosting, destroying the symbol of Davina’s affection. "Hey! What was that for?!" Davina screamed, her grief turning into a white-hot fury.

“They knew who you were. They had your CV. I can’t believe the CEO didn’t look at it before he called you in. What a wanker!” “Total wanker!” I confirm, taking a big gulp from my beer, emptying it. “I need another one, Axshl.” He laughs, taking the glass from me. “You are so drunk, but after you told me, I can’t possibly tell you to slow down.” “Right! The hell you can!” I say, clicking my fingers. “I’m the greatest loser of them all!” Stumbling from my bar stool as he brings me my beer, I regain my balance with a little dance.

"You want to do it on something else?" Jane nodded miserably. She wanted to do it on something else by herself, or with someone else. She didn't want to be a loser this time—like Emily. The thought was so disloyal that she felt terrible for even thinking it. Of course, the Loser Club was just a joke, but now it didn't feel like a joke anymore. It made her feel like she was betraying her best friend. "That's okay," Emily said. "It doesn't have to be ice cream. It could be potato chips - or anything. I made up that idea in two minutes. I don't care what we do. What do you want to do?"

Alexander had wasted precious time reprimanding me and missed the golden hour. I was suffocating so badly by the time he hung up the call that I could not utter a single word. I toppled to the ground, convulsing as I gasped for air. Felix jumped at the sight of me struggling to breathe. He looked to Caleb and the other man on the couch, seeking help. "Caleb, she's… She'll be fine, right?" Before Caleb could answer, Liam Carter spoke up beside him, sounding nonchalant. "Of course. She's probably jealous that Alex and Sasha are getting close.