Loser From It Novels & Stories

Once, he used to be the naive and romantic teen who wanted nothing more than to give me the whole world. But now, he was selfish and fake, and all he could offer were excuses and blame. I couldn't help but lament how time changed everything. Over time, it dulled love, but the bickerings just kept going. "Are you upset?" Calvin strolled over and sat beside me. I shook my head and softly said, "No. I'm just thinking about old times." He picked up a stone and tossed it into the river like I did. "Let the past stay in the past. There's no point chasing old memories."

They did not have any problem with his reign since it was his last year, a few months after, he was replaced by the current Magic King. But both the former King, my father and the other King, weakened so much. The restoring of earth's balance took all their magic. The other King died and my father's magic was lost. He was devastated at first but the entire Kingdom acknowledged his braveness and sacrifice, my father accepted things. He was soon relieved that he was able to help planet earth.

Nova and Silas in his car, parked somewhere dark, kissing like teenagers and touching each other with zero hesitation. I stared at it, then exhaled slowly. So that was how Leo got lost. The two of them had left a four-year-old inside a crowded party so they could sneak off. “What kind of irresponsible parents…” I muttered. Tristan shrugged, expression unreadable. “I just wanted you to see it. Make whatever decision you want with the information. Including whether you still feel like helping her look.” He said it lightly, but the message was clear. I looked at him for a second longer, then stepped out of the room without answering.

a lone tear rolled down my eye as I buried my face in his hair. I lost everything. My parents. The contract. Selena. Liam. I lost everything and everyone because I was a loser. I was such a fucking loser. My father was right, I would never be enough for them.

“Still talking about not losing your cool!” But before Luna’s words even finished, Judy spoke up just as expected, “People who can’t handle losing wouldn’t call it a competition after being completely defeated, saying it was just for fun to save face, would they?” “I, Judy Fallon, am the one who can accept losing. I lost to Claire and didn’t think it was just for fun. This is a real competition!” Luna: “...” Her face was slapped hard! “Fine, we lost!” Saying that, Luna felt her face flush. After all, she was the one who lost the worst in this match. She, a top socialite, was crushed by a kid and even lost to Claire.

I stepped forward, smiling, to take the microphone. "Good evening," I greeted, clearing my throat. "First, I would like to thank everyone here for joining us at this event. Believe me, this means a lot to us—and to me. We all planned this show thinking it would go perfectly, but as everyone saw, there were setbacks. Yes, it was embarrassing." I smiled, trying to stay calm. "But here I am, here we are—the whole G&G team. We’re still moving forward… Without letting ourselves be intimidated by bad intentions. And I think what matters most right now is not to let ourselves be defeated. It’s about standing up and pushing forward. And I’m sure that’s what truly defines our brand, G&G… Women! No ma

I declare firmly before smirking. Josh, as the biggest loser, would have to come in second because he can't be the winner of losing, so he's still a loser even at being a loser.

The message wasn’t subtle. Sebastian finished gracefully and stepped down. Applause filled the hall. Ava’s eyes met Ethan's across the room. No anger. No sadness. Just clarity. Tomorrow. 9 a.m. The end. And this time There would be no more delays. No more hesitation. No more half-freed promises. Only signatures. Final. Definitive. And irreversible.

I said, falling to the ground in front of the sad and even pitiful eyes of all those present, and I knew that I had reached the bottom and that it was impossible to fall any further. That day, I, Christian Goldman, died in life, leaving only an empty shell, without a spark and without a shred of hope, because even that was already lost. The good thing about being a loser is that you have nothing left to lose. Isaiah Mustafa - Mike Hanlon.

Was this the feeling of lose and longing? ‘I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it, goddamn it!!There’s no way I’ll lose to death again! I did everything! I became stronger! This isn’t my reality, I don’t believe it! No, it isn’t true. I’ll find her no matter what!’