Loser From It Novels & Stories

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God knows I want to see his pretty face right now. I catch his piercing gaze and hold it, letting my tired eyes throw every ounce of “look who is the loser now” at him. He has a befuddled look on his face. Losing clearly isn’t something he knows, Ha! well, welcome to reality, sweetheart. That's how it feels to be a loser, it’s horrible. "That was a trick not a test?” Elon shouts kicking earth in rage. “If you wanted someone carried, you should’ve just said! I would have carried three damned fools if I had to.”

The presence continued. “No instability.” A pause. “No loss.” Luke shook his head. “That’s not true.” Silence. He stepped forward. “This world already lost something.” The presence didn’t answer immediately. Because it didn’t understand. Yet. Luke looked around. At the perfect sky. At the unbroken ground. At the empty space where she should be. “…it lost her,” he said. The structure trembled slightly. “…insignificant variable.” Luke’s voice hardened. “No.”

He jumped, doing as he's told. Loser. A voice inside of me said. Sore loser. I shake the thought away immediately. I am a sore loser, in fact, I am not a loser. I never lost in a bet before—hell, I haven't even lost in a hand combat. But Lucas was good and I hate to admit it in his face so I continued to be mad at everything else.

Let them remind me that I was still here. Still me. “You have experienced loss,” the system said. Its voice was steady again. Controlled. Trying to return to what it understood. “Correction: loss is inefficient.” A hollow laugh escaped my lips. “Inefficient?” I whispered. My fingers curled slowly at my sides, energy flickering weakly at first… then stronger. “You think this is something you can measure?” I asked, lifting my head. “Something you can categorize and fix?” “Loss destabilizes function,” it replied. “Stability must be restored.”

When she looked up, she saw five faces looking at her as if they were watching a ghost. “What?” she asked them. “Did you expect me to die of an ankle injury?” “Well, you missed everything.” “What did I miss?” “Everything!” “Which is?” “The loser’s obligations to the victor.” “What!” “You missed your share of the duties and brought dishonour to us!” “What the hell are you talking about?” “She doesn’t know about loser’s obligations!” “See. When a house loses two matches out of three, they are declared a loser and they have to perform the loser’s obligations to the victors.”

she asked. The response came instantly. ACCEPTABLE LOSS. Silence. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Rowan’s voice dropped. “…Yeah, I don’t like that.” Cassandra didn’t disagree. “No.” Victor’s tone remained calm. “But it’s consistent.” Elena stepped closer. “Define acceptable.” The system didn’t hesitate. LOSS THAT DOES NOT COMPROMISE PRIMARY STRUCTURE. Lucian exhaled slowly. “So anything that doesn’t break the whole system is expendable.”

"First of all, I want you to know that I wasn't trying to hurt her—" "You were trying to keep her quiet! Why?" I lower my eyes. Fuck, this is all so fucked up that I can hardly believe any of it's happening. I feel like the biggest loser in the world just now. I lost the match and everyone's respect. I nearly lost my mate.

Let's see how you explain that to your family. Her face was gloomy, and her eyes were cold. With that, she stormed off to chase after Matthew. However, she seemed to forget that while the marriage pact between the Coleman family and the Lowe family was hard to break, the Coleman family had more than one daughter. The buzz of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. It was a message from Matthew. "Christopher, so what if you've got the Lowe family behind you? Tessa will always side with me. "I guess you'll be spending Christmas alone in your wheelchair. You're just a cripple. Do you think you can compete with me?"

"This is why you should leave before you get hurt. Stop playing." "Jess, don't say it. You're already thinking I'll lose, it will break my spirit." Mason's voice got low. How could she assume he was playing?