Is My Boyfriend A Loser Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Oh, come on, are you seriously going to ignore me? I think we should be friends.” “You fucked my boyfriend. Why would I ever want to be your friend?” She giggled. “Guess you weren’t doing enough to keep him. No surprise given your such a frigid bitch, refusing to let him even cop a feel.” The other friends laughed. “Wow, you’re proud of being easy, huh?” “At least I know how to keep a man interested. Must suck knowing he got bored of you.” “Bored? More like desperate. Only a loser would downgrade to you.”

"I'm sorry baby…I shouldn't have spoken to you like that…it's just that when I found out you were with a boy I didn't know how to react. I know it pisses you off when I'm so insecure about our feelings but I can't help it, Emma… I'm a loser. I'm scared of losing you. I have this feeling of insecurity deep inside me that doesn't leave me alone for years and that's why I've never had a romantic relationship with anyone before you. First, because I no longer fell in love and then because I'm someone..." I put my hand on Michael's lips to keep him from continuing to belittle himself. It was heartbreaking, I felt my heart twist in horrible pain as those words were said by the most amazing boy to

She was too lazy to respond. "I'm talking to you. Don't ignore me!" Luis snapped unhappily. He quickly walked over to Elea and held her hand. "Answer me. Who are you calling a loser! Answer me quickly!" "You. You're the one. Are you satisfied?" "Me?" "Yes, who else would win if not you. You're a loser, Luis. Loser!" Elea said with emphasis. She struggled to get him to let go of her hand. "How dare you! You know I'm your husband. Don't be impudent!" Luis spoke in a high tone. The blood in his body seemed to boil when Elea called him a loser. This really hurt his pride as a man.

He cracks up as I squint my eyes at him. I move my gaze to watch the people scurry around outside again, while he calms down from his laughter. “He is just a loser.” Gasping audibly, I turn my head to him just as he leans close. “I might be full of audacity. But it is still my name that falls off those delectable lips of yours when you come hard on my cock.” A shiver runs down my spine, and I caress my arm to conceal my goosebumps. “Don’t you dare insult him. He is a good man, and he isn’t a loser.”

I turn towards him with a frown. “And what do you think of this Prince?” he asks, leaning against the bar and raising a brow at me. “No interest in marrying him?” “Obviously not,” I say, appalled at the idea. “One, because I love my boyfriend, and two,” I swallow hard, suddenly parched, “what kind of loser needs his dad to organize a game so he can get married?” The stranger huffs out a laugh, his eyes narrowing.

Loving my boyfriend's best friend wasn't the worst feeling ever in my life. Instead, it was the best thing ever to happen to me. Fate had its way of doing things. Like Shawn and I. We were soul mates. We had to be together for a short time so that Harry and I can realize how we both felt. Though, being with Shawn wasn't what I wanted. I knew deep down that my heart longed for someone else and I kept on pushing that feeling away by ruining someone else's, Shawn. It was all my fault but people make mistakes and make amends. I hope Shawn would be able to get over this. Speaking of which, Shawn was released from prison but we haven't met to till now. I don't know if I'll be able to face him. The

“You’re never a loser in life!” “Isn’t it, Lyv?” His words were full of pain. “If I wasn’t a loser, you wouldn’t have reached this point. I would have protected you well. I could have asked your hand to your brother with ease. You will no longer need that man because I can stand up for you and your child. I’m such a big loser, Lyv!” “Aylo…” “Your brother is right. You will have no future with s lowly chicken vendor like me.”

"I brought it for you." "I'm full, Gerald!" "I'm willing not to eat for you. And you eat alone?" He asked with a disappointed face. Oh my God, little child matters? Is my decision right, dating him? "I'm full, Gerald. I'm lazy to argue," I said softly. "How come you don't appreciate my efforts to bring lunch?" God ... I didn't adore my boyfriend. He's so annoying. This is going out with a young man. Those who like young man don't want to. The taste is not wearing. They still hold big egos.

“That was why you were at the club.” “Told you I'm not a bad girl.” I say, wondering if he regrets sleeping with me. “You are bad enough for me.” He says, his dick pulsing between my legs. “Wait!” He stills. “You weren't having sex with your boyfriend?” “He wouldn't touch me.” I feel ashamed to admit that. I should have known since then that the loser had been up to no good. Pity fills his eyes and then moves so quickly to mischief I believe I imagined it.

“You have every right to hate me. I fell asleep—on you. After everything you did for me. I swear I’m a walking disaster—” My hand flew over my mouth, trying desperately not to laugh. He looked so serious. So distressed. So painfully adorable. He kept going. “I am the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. No—of mankind. I literally passed out. . After… after you gave me…” He trailed off, a blush creeping up his neck. “I’m a selfish, lame-ass idiot who doesn’t deserve you.” My lips twitched, but I clamped them together. Still, a tiny snort escaped, and I covered my mouth again, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.