Novel & Cerita Get In Loser We're Going To Therapy

“Dance in front of the first person you meet…” David Harper said. “Change it to something else…” Jenny Armstrong said. “Are you a sore loser?” David asked. Jenny was speechless. Indeed, she was a sore loser in front of her idol. Blakely Shelton cocked his brows slightly. A curious gaze appeared in his eyes. “What do you need me to do?” Blakely could guess what game this large group of people was playing. “Jenny… Are you a sore loser?” David asked again.

I stood there, heart thumping, staring at the hallway like it might open up and swallow me. Then Drew’s voice cut through again, harder. “This is exactly why you need to go to therapy,” he said. “Because you cannot keep white, knuckling your way through life and calling it strength.” Jace laughed once, short, humourless. “Therapy isn’t going to make interviews fun.” “No,” Drew said. “But it might keep you from burning out at nineteen.” Silence again. I should’ve backed out and pretended I’d arrived later. Instead, my traitor feet took one step forward, then another, quiet, cautious, like I was approaching a sleeping bear.

The night my girlfriend, Lesley Cohen—whom I've financially supported for years—officially announces her relationship with Archie Gould, the System determines that I have failed my mission and strips me of my "saint's heart". From that moment on, I stop caring about her future and focus entirely on my career, eventually landing a spot among the Fortune 500. However, once I withdraw all financial support, Lesley confronts me with tearful eyes. "You always said that loving someone means giving them everything they want or need without asking for anything in return!" I'm baffled. She is the one who finds my money filthy, so why is she suddenly being so calculating about it now?

Gail said sadly, “your friend has traveled a long way. Wouldn’t you like to talk of more cheerful things?” She looked at her mom and blinked in confusion. “I have to get it out, and she’s the only one who understands. She probably has to have it out, too.” Tom squeezed my hand, and my voice suddenly reappeared in my throat. “No, I don’t,” I said. “I don’t want to, not ever.” “That’s not healthy, love.” McKenna frowned at me. I glanced around wildly. Every face in the room had turned toward me. “I-I’m going to therapy.”

"Valeria Montecillo, the woman who stole everything from me. Does it feel so wonderful to win at last?" She stood facing him, frosty eyes, and a heavy heart for all that had resulted in them ending up where they were. "I didn't win," she said softly. "We all lost.". Lazarus laughed viciously. "Lost? You do not have any idea what you are saying. You really think this is it? That they'll just lock me away and it'll all just somehow magically fix itself? This is only the beginning. There's always someone to clean up the pieces."

Then, rough and wrecked: "Wendy lost the baby. I ended the engagement. Can you come back to me?" Before I could even breathe, Seth showed up behind him. "Sorry, and you are?" He slid in front of me like he owned the space, giving Jacob the full up-down. "Well, look who it is—Mr. Torrance himself. Marriage didn't work out? Shocker. Try therapy. But blocking my wife's way? Trash move. Then again, offering to knock someone up for loyalty points isn't exactly classy." Jacob went red and pale. "This is between me and Nina! What's it got to do with you?!"

“Jade, I hope we’ll always be this happy together. I hope to sing this song for you for all of your future birthdays.” I was disgusted, so I made up an excuse and left. When I reached the corner, someone threw a basin full of powder at me. Having asthma, I could not breathe in such a thing. I started losing my breath as I pressed my hand against my chest. Then, I fell to my knees. “Why are you scheming against me? William just picked me up when you got someone to register your marriage secretly. “Did you think that would deter me? Impossible. William says that he loves me.”

“We don’t know yet what he’s lost.” Silence crashed over the room. They had saved Noah Sterling again. But this time—they might not get all of him back. ***

AELIANA Therapy is great, certainly better than the old days when the healers would tie people up and flog them until they came to their senses or completely lost their senses. I expected Kingston to chicken out or simply not participate in therapy, but he was great, he did better than my dad, at least his logic made some sort of sense. The sex therapist might have worked wonders by asking me to flash him because he hasn’t stopped staring at me since.

PLease look forward to the sequel of "Who's the Loser now?" With Gratitude and Regards, JDHWS