Loser From It Novels & Stories

My heart plummeted from the clouds straight into an abyss, and a chill seeped through my veins. A deafening buzz filled my ears, so loud it made my head throb. My cheeks stung faintly, as if his words had left invisible welts. Trouble… He actually called me and our pup trouble. My throat tightened. My eyes burned. Enough, Valerie. Don't ask any more. Don't feed these useless, pathetic hopes. Aaron loved Lily. He would never care about anything connected to me—least of all our pup. After the wave of heartbreak came a hollow sense of relief.

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"

I did not reply. With one arm holding my daughter and the other pulling my suitcase, I walked toward her mother's house. No disappointment remained. No compromise either. Only relief. "Goodbye, Gwyneth," I muttered. This was the last time we would ever see each other. From this moment on, we would have nothing to do with each other. Congratulations on losing me. The next day, I boarded a plane. I knew that once I left, I would never return. At the same time…

PLease look forward to the sequel of "Who's the Loser now?" With Gratitude and Regards, JDHWS

He held his head in agony, a sound like a trapped beast wailing in his throat. He finally understood. He had completely lost his treasure.

“Do you know what that means? People like you should be careful where you place loyalties.” I laughed, not the polished little sound she expected, but something raw and sharp. “Shut up and stop being a sore loser. If you had put this much effort into training instead of hating Zane, you wouldn’t have lost the Ball Star title to him.” I watched the way the word “lost” hit her chest like a rock. Watched the way her hands clenched, the knuckles whitening.

The overall loser ended up being Amanda. "Sadly, this activity of gaming has come to an end and unlike we expected, our dearest Mark finally redeemed himself, leaving his title of a sore loser to our very own, Amanda West" Alan announced and Amanda scoffed, annoyed at the turn of events "And we just can't let a loser go free, so Miss West you will have to drink 2 shots of vodka in 30 seconds," he said and stepped aside to reveal 2 shots of vodka on the table; which wasn't there previously.

Thalrion just lost another piece. One he probably thought mattered. One he definitely underestimated. Too bad. Because if this is the best he's sending... He's already losing. He just doesn't know it yet. Cassain laughs "Let's go home"

There was no winning this game. Only different ways to lose.

Shane, who came out from the bottom of the car, made a despairing conclusion. “Your car’s done for. The loser must have destroyed it with his driving. You’ve got to change the gearbox. It’s hopeless.” “You’re the loser!” Lilith retorted the moment Shane finished speaking. She was the one driving. Was Shane not insulting her when he said that the loser destroyed the car while driving?