Loser From It Novels & Stories

At that instant, the corner of her lips lifted to form a smirk, and running her hand through her hair, she stated in a complacent manner: “Loser, every single one of you! Hahaha! Goddamn, weaklings! And on top of that, all of you’re sore losers who looks fucking ugly. Might I mention that your breath stinks as well. This is so nauseating. Damn! This place is disgusting, just like all of you. Bunch of lowlifes. Coming here to lick each others wound. Too pathetic I swear. You shouldn’t even be coming to gambling since all you do is lose. Is it fun to earn consecutive loses? How does it feel like? Since I never got to experience it, I am curious. What? What? What are you glaring at? Someone lik

“Just admit it, I beat you.” “No, you didn’t.” “Yes, I did.” "Evanora-” “You don’t want to accept defeat?” she cut me off, playfully. “Fine, let’s say you lost because you’re still recovering. How’s that?” “My God, Evanora,” I laughed. “Why won’t you believe I’m fine now? I’m no longer recovering.” “Oh, alright then,” she nodded. “You lost because I’m better than you then.” “Evanora-”

--- A pause. --- “It was part of mine.” --- Adrian looked at her sharply. --- “You built this?” --- Elena kept walking. --- “I built what the system would overlook.” --- Because perfection— --- Always ignores what it deems unnecessary. --- And what it ignores— --- Becomes its greatest weakness. --- The presence pulsed violently somewhere beyond the walls. --- Distant. --- Searching. --- Frustrated. --- “Signal loss confirmed,” it echoed faintly. --- “Tracking failure.”

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

Tears started flowing from my eyes like a river. I’m ….. I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry. I lost everything. I lost you. I lost dad. I lost everything. I’m alone. I’m lonely mom. I’m too lonely.

Sorry. I've lost track of this story and am putting it on hold for now. maybe I'll come back to it at some point.

She would ignite a war no one could control. But when she looked across the river at Alexander, she saw a future. A fragile, terrifying hope she couldn’t let go. --- As she walked toward the bank, time slowed down. The icy, relentless water splashed against her boots, testing her strength. Lucien’s hand darted forward, seizing her arm. She sensed the anguish underneath it though his grip was harsh. "Please fight this," he murmured, the anger laced with a deeper emotion. “I lost your mother to their lies. Must I lose you too?”

Behold what they seem to call a giant bird is an ostrich. I had to explain to them that it was an ostrich but both of them, being adamant, continued to call it a giant bird. I was too lazy for an argument, told them to go with their guts and went inside to make breakfast. I contemplated for a while but I ended up making pancakes and eggs. It’s been four years of raising Jada and Jasmine alone as a single mum. I miss him, I won’t lie but I hate him for leaving us.

No reply. She staggered toward the ruins, her boots crunching over charred roots and shards of stone. The altar — or what remained of it — smoked faintly. A single crack ran through its center, pulsing with dim light before fading altogether. The moon above had dulled to a pale, uncertain gray. She stopped at the edge of the shattered platform. “Kaelen,” she called again, softer now. “Please.” Still nothing. Her hand went to her chest. The bond that had tied their energies together — that subtle rhythm she’d always felt humming beneath her ribs — was gone. Not severed, not broken. Just… muted. Like a heartbeat from very far away.

"He's not doing this for you. He's doing this because losing things is the one experience Cassian Hale has never learned to tolerate." I said nothing. "You feel like change," she said. "You're not. You're just the thing he didn't value until it was gone. There's a difference." A pause. She was waiting for a reaction. I knew she was waiting because I could hear the specific quality of someone holding very still on the other end of a line, listening for the sound of damage being done. I didn't give her one. "Thank you for calling," I said. I hung up.