Loser From It Novels & Stories

Corinna looked at him for a moment. "You're right," she said. "Patience without discernment is waiting. But action without understanding what you actually have —" she held his gaze "— is how you lose assets you can never recover." The moderator moved on quickly, the way good moderators did when something in a panel suddenly had two layers. The room had felt it. Several people shifted in their seats. Someone in the third row leaned toward the person beside them. Dorian, she knew without looking, was somewhere in that audience.

“I couldn’t keep my word that I’d win.” “Everything is futile at the moment.” Chelsa heard her and turned to face Lucy. “Please, there has to be a misunderstanding. There’s no way you can lose after coming this far.” “Don’t give up on yourself.” “We will-“. She turns around to see the board and this time the screen refreshed again. Lucy was on 1st rank and others were on the 4th. Her eyes were stuck for a second. Everyone was busy mourning their loss so they didn’t look at the board.

, and she is sure that nobody has seen her wearing it within the hotel premises. Jon was a bit shocked. "The... The necklace?" "Yes," she answered with a smile. "The one you gave me on my nineteenth, you see Jon, I don't know what you may think, but I never wanted to lose it, as I've already lost you," she is becoming dramatic with her tone, but bit her lip and was trying her best not to laugh. "Oh, um. I didn't expect that you still have it. I'll do what I can, I promise." He was trying to assure her that everything will be alright. "Will see you in the morning, Viv. First thing," he hung up, trying to keep her calm. Stephanie was obviously frustrated, handed back his drink as he said, "Tha

They in turn waved back at them. "So, honey, still think you are a loser?" asked Amanda. "Loser? Who's the loser now? Not me, that's for sure." replied a smiling Derek as the Lotus drove off into the sunset. *The End*

From outside the window , Luna was flying around Terry while smirking and bragging to him about losing the bet . " Hahahahahaha ! How it feels to lose a bet Terry ?! You never lost one before , even I don't understand why but your intuition was always accurate . This time it seems that your intention has malfunctioned . I won ! " said Luna with a smirking expression while looking at his annoyed face . " Alright we get it ! No need to repeat it ! " said Terry with a grumpy expression .

Arms came around me as a loud sob rippled through me. It was not okay. I was not okay. Everything was falling apart and I was just hanging by a thread, a weak fucking thread, just fucking hoping and wishing that I was able to salvage whatever was left of my life. I was in Italy because I lost. I was in this underground house, with the people whom I dreaded being in their presence because I lost. Julia was dead because I lost. Losses. Losses. Fucking losses. That was the story of my life—I was always a loser.

Let's end this. ***

"Do I look like I need it?" He hesitated. "You look tired." "Then yes," I said, standing. We stepped outside. The night air was cold, sharp. For a while, neither spoke. Then Ryan said quietly, "You didn't have to play back there." "I know." "Then why did you?" I met his eyes. "Because sometimes losing is worse than playing." He nodded slowly. "You're stronger than you think." I let out a soft laugh. "That's generous." "No," he said. "It's true."

Not today, not tomorrow, maybe never. He made me want to lose control to him. He made me feel as if I could lose control to him without fear. We both calmed down from our release slow, he met my gaze. His face was covered in sweat and his shirt clung to his upper body. “Promise me we won’t ever stop,” he rasped. I nodded, breathing harshly. “I Promise.” In that moment Cassian looked at me and he made me feel so alive. I wanted this. I wanted him. Forever and ever.

CHAPTER 50 LOU “Okay. Here’s the result” Everyone became silent again as Kath started speaking. “The losers are...” it feels like there is a drum roll effect that is now playing in our ears. I looked at my friends and they looked nervous as well. Hmm, I think this isn’t scripted because they will not feel the same as much as I do if this is a prank. “The losers are Lester, Eloisa, and Jane” and we sighed as we heard the losers. We also laughed because of the reaction of the three. Hoogh! I feel relieved.