Everybody Loves A Winner So Nobody Loved Me Novels & Stories

CHAPTER THREE “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that." ― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches The first day of work has come after the weekend, and Dean still couldn't believe that she had the nerve enough to show up in front of him again. After all, she has done. To him.

I wouldn't want anything that will make her feel sad. "if that's the case Martins then get ready to choose between your mother and your wife. Harry you know I would choose my mother over anything a million times. I really love my mother .She means the whole world to me and nothing at all , nobody can separate the love we have for each other .. Not even Betty, my mother is the reason I settled down with Betty .she talked me into it all the way. I like Betty and I had something for her but it was because of my mother that everything become very much possible.

/I don't wanna go another day So, I'm telling you what is on my mind Seems like everybody's breaking up And throwing their love away But I know I got a good thing right here That's why I say, hey/ /Nobody gonna love me better I'ma stick with you forever Nobody gonna take me higher I'ma stick with you/ /You know how to appreciate me I'ma stick with you, my baby Nobody ever made me feel this way I'ma stick with you/ "Seriously?" I ask her with my brows raised after hearing the song. "Do you want to sing that?"

I didn't want to be the child who was always left behind. For the first time, I wondered if there was something wrong with me. Maybe that was why nobody wanted me. *************** I woke up to trails of kisses all over my face. My eyes gradually opened, landing on a face I wished had belonged to Kathryna. “Hey, enough,” I said groggily, shoving her aside. She gasped, falling back on the bed. I got up from the bed, slipping into the slipper beside me on the ground. “Why are you still here, April?” I asked, pouring water from the jug on the side table beside the bed into the glass.

"That's the spirit, Amelia. Show them what you're made of. And remember, even if you don't win, love will always be your greatest victory." With renewed confidence, I set out to create a tea that would capture the essence of our love, infusing it with the herbs Bianca had provided. The competition became more than just a quest for victory; it became a celebration of the bond Alaric and I shared. As I brewed my tea, the aroma filled the air, and the judges' eyes widened with delight. The flavors danced on their tongues, and I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Whether I emerged as the winner or not, I knew that love had guided my hand and that Alaric's love was a gift I cherished above

It means a great deal to me! ＊ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain't nobody love you like I do Promise that I will not take it personal, baby If you're movin' on with someone new 'Cause baby you look happier, you do My friends told me one day I'll feel it too And until then I'll smile to hide the truth But I know I was happier with you

Alex slammed the door to his apartment. His jaw throbbed from Lucian's punch. The metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth, but it was nothing compared to the bitterness that clawed at his heart. He stumbled into the dimly lit living room, dragging his fingers through his tousled hair, his mind spiralling with rage and humiliation. Krystie’s icy words replayed in his mind, each syllable cutting deeper than the last. "How did I even fall in love with a douchebag like you?"

Agony etched across her tear-stained cheeks, she crumpled to her knees, crying out in pain. "Why can't anyone love me for me?" Her desperate plea pierced through the silence, tearing at my heart. I was rendered powerless, unable to offer solace or understanding. A voice, cold and unfeeling, spoke from beside me. "Because you are just my shadow. No one will ever love you because they will always love me." The words cut through the air like a knife, and I turned to see Laura's blue eyes staring at me. Laura. The name resonated in my mind like an unwelcome echo.

And right now, I wanted to go back to Gallant City and forget that I have met her. Victoria Winner is the only girl I hated the most growing up, and I couldn't believe she was the only young woman who could make my knees go weak every time she was near me.. And most of all, for the first time, I experienced my heart skip a beat after so many years of waiting for this kind of raw emotion, and I realized I am afraid I am losing this game I am playing with Victory.

“I have only loved you, and no one could ever replace you. Because if there was, why am I fighting for you? If Vivian is special to me, why am I in front of you, then?” I parted my lips and avoided my gaze. I was still frustrated, but I must admit that his words hit me to the core. I don’t mind if he fights me. I won’t back down. But the moment he told me that he only loved me and no one else, it attacked my system because it was still new to me. Am I that lovable? Do I deserve his love in the first place?