I'm Loser Novels & Stories

All his insults and abuses stung me deeply, causing my eyes to well over his action. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I just couldn't hold it. "I'm... I'm not... A loser, " I cried, setting my tears free, burying my head on the cold tiles. "I'm not a loser. I'm not, " I sniveled, feeling bitter. "Mom, please come back quickly. I need you," I wept, cuddling myself on the floor. I miss my Mom. I miss her warm safety hold. I want her home.

I let him down. And now, instead of fixing anything, I was here escaping from the reality and crying over and over like a looser. Grandma was right, I was a sore loser, I actually am, I thought that I could fight my demons, but I couldn't, I was still weak, and will always be. I am a loser. My thought were broken by a slight nudge, and I looked at Rudy, and tried to put on a brave front. " Ana, no matter what happens you will always have my back, I was here, am here and will always be.

"I never thought that the joke would be on me in the end." He let out a self-deprecating chuckle and added, "Thank you—all of you—for making me realize what a loser I am."

I’m a loser. I took a heavy and deep breath when I was safely far from the store. I looked back and saw no one following me. What am I even thinking? He’s just curious of us. He didn’t even say he loves me. He just wanted to do more. With me. And I fucking gave him what he needed. I am such a sore loser. “Who are you looking for?” I froze when I heard his voice behind me. I am not possibly hallucinating right now, ain’t I?

After paying for my meal and saying goodbye to the clerk, I smile warmly at her and walk away. I take a long breath in and notice that the air is brisk, and I can also smell Mark's sweater, which I am now wearing. When we went our own ways for his vacation, I found a way to keep myself occupied so that I wouldn't feel nearly as cut off from everyone else. When it occurred to me, I considered myself to be a loser; however, now that I have it, I am overjoyed that I have it. For one, I'm shivering. Mark, there are two more points. That is, without a shadow of a doubt, the most persuasive argument that has ever been presented.

She laughed and continued,"why are you so dumb in boys' matters" "I am just like that. And now I am feeling like a golddigger. He is playing me and I am playing him. More like I am robbing him". I said annoyingly and in a sad way."Ok bye". I hung up the phone although I heard her saying "but ash".

And I'll be damned if I lose. ******************************************

Samantha's POV Walking back inside the room, I smirked at Thomas, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. There was no way that he was going to be running back to Delia. Oh no! "I think you should know the truth. I don't really love you, I don't even like your sorry arse. Thomas, you really are just a loser. I cannot stand to look at you. You deserved all that you got. I just could not leave here without telling you the truth."

"I'm a patient man. Ask anyone who has worked with me." She almost smiled. "Your contractors, you mean." "My contractors love me." "Your contractors have a support group." He laughed — a real one, unguarded, and it changed his whole face. She had forgotten that about him. The way his laughter arrived without warning and filled whatever room it was in.

Fine? I looked down at myself. The rotting flesh. The body covered in saliva and god knows what else. My back throbbing. My bones shattered in a dozen places. This was "fine"? The Betas chimed in, piling on: "Yeah, Layla, don't make this a big deal." "You should be honored that Mia even wanted to see you." "Honestly, without Knox vouching for you, no one would even look at you. You're just an Omega. Don't act like you're special."