Is My Boyfriend A Loser Novels & Stories

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

"Well, it seems like everyone I date is." "Yeah, I'll give you that." He chuckled, sticking his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. "That's not funny." She pushed him playfully, and since he had his hands in his pockets, he staggered backward a little bit. "I was just kidding, Bree. Trying to make you laugh." "Yeah, except it's true." "Bree…." "God, Trent. I'm such a loser." "You're not a loser, Bree. He's the loser." He had his hands on her now, pulling her by the arms so she'd look at him. "Anyone who doesn't know your worth is a loser."

Today, however, I want to do things he likes to do. “We can order pizza, and you can continue teaching me how to be your perfect gamer wife,” I whisper in his ears before kissing my neck. “Baby, I would love to, but you’re a sore loser, and I can’t afford to win and have you mad at me.” I frown, sitting up. “I am not a sore loser,” I pout. “Baby, the last time you lost, you didn’t speak to me for a day.” “It was an hour,” I mumble, annoyed that he brought it up.

I say emphatically. "If that's what you want to prove I can't do anything but that's what your heart and mind say no, those eyes are the ones that can see the reason your eyes are red, I know why, I know you're hurting so don't I hope you make me stupid because I'm not numb, I'm not numb Sychiee Chavez" he said emphatically. "Fine! Okay! I'm the weak one, I'm the loser, I'm the one who's always hurting! That's what you want to say right? You want to know? Zyrous is out and he's my ex -boyfriend, and until now he's

"Okay, well, Michaela and Jessica, what you have here is boy drama. And let me tell you from experience they are not worth it. Men suck." Both women nod their heads in my direction agreeing with my obvious statement. "Has your boyfriend cheated before, Jessica?" She continues to nod. "Three months ago. He said it would never happen again, but every time we come out to the club his eyes wander." She fixes the sleeve of her boat top shirt, pulling it down over her shoulder more. "He's a loser. Michaela, you want a guy who will cheat on you?" I ask turning to the other. She shakes her head. "Hell no."

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out because his words hit me so suddenly. “You know what they say,” he went on. “Every time we play, it's always about you. The girl who never loses. The girl who made Westbridge famous. The girl who can beat any guy on the ice.” He gave a short laugh, but there ain't nothing funny in it. Just sarcasm that I could feel in my bones. “And me? I'm the boyfriend nobody knows about and the player who keeps losing to his own girl.” My chest tightened. “Luca, I never made you feel like that.”

My boyfriend said, "I saw everything clearly. What are you trying to deny?" All strength left my body. I felt drained, frozen stiff. I stared at the man before me—familiar yet a stranger. I never imagined he would test me this way. If I wanted to get serious about it, I could claim it was rape. But my boyfriend didn't see it that way. He spoke slowly. "We've been together all this time, and you've always thought I was too small. That I couldn't satisfy you. "Every night, I could feel your mind wandering. I knew you'd find someone else to relieve yourself with.

I wouldn't say I liked his answer, not because I wanted to know who the other two women he was referring to were. "Who are the other two?" I curiously asked him again. "My turn. Why didn't you consider me your boyfriend? You should have included me in the count," he said. He was starting to tease me again. "You're unfair! You should have answered me honestly, too!" I protested with annoyance on my face because he was not being fair. Why did I feel I was the one caught up in this question and answer portion? Why did I think I was the loser? He always outwits me!

I almost rolled my eyes because of what he had said. "Anyway, she's a real quick," he added as his lips twitched. "I feel bad for her about her loss, but I don't think it's right for her to ask you to be his boyfriend. Well, I'm..." he sighed, "actually starting to wonder if she's taking advantage of you." "No, I don't think so. She's really... really broken." "We both know how hard it is to lose someone we love, think of it Levi. It's understandable that she's hurting, but she doesn't have to make a move like that."

Jeremy paused and began to laugh continuously. "The loser must have been leaving in a delusion. Three rated. Side comments; I think he likes me, maybe or maybe not." He read out the rest. "The nerd wants a boyfriend? Someone needs to remind her Hawk Andrews is way out of her league." Ashley said scoffing. "Are you obsessed with him or you have a crush on him? You should know your place, you are a nobody." "Listen to me loser, even if you are the last girl on earth. Hawk Andrews will never fuck a loser like you. You irritate me." Queen yelled into my face.