Loser From It Novels & Stories

"Aaron is the Alpha of the Black Shadow Pack—the most sought-after bachelor in the clans. Everyone knows he's been waiting all these years for Lily. Our future Luna will be her. You, no matter how pretty, don't even register in his eyes." His words sliced through me, cruel and precise. I clenched my fists so tightly my nails bit into my palms, but I had no retort—because every word he said was true. Seeing me speechless, Felix's lips curled into a lewd grin. His eyes gleamed with sick amusement.

" 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…

“I’m not going through anything.” She raised an eyebrow. “Lie better.” I exhaled slowly. “It’s nothing.” “Mhm.” We let the subject drop, and I turned the volume back on just as the crowd roared. The final minutes of the game were tense. Fast. Chaotic. I leaned forward despite myself. June groaned. “Why are they always losing when we watch?” “Maybe we’re bad luck,” I murmured. On screen, the scoreboard flashed. 4–3. The loss hit me harder than I expected.

"Valeria Montecillo, the woman who stole everything from me. Does it feel so wonderful to win at last?" She stood facing him, frosty eyes, and a heavy heart for all that had resulted in them ending up where they were. "I didn't win," she said softly. "We all lost.". Lazarus laughed viciously. "Lost? You do not have any idea what you are saying. You really think this is it? That they'll just lock me away and it'll all just somehow magically fix itself? This is only the beginning. There's always someone to clean up the pieces."

But that wasn’t the point of tonight’s game, was it? No, the game was Reina. The moment of her realization. The second she understood that I was never playing to win. I discarded a crucial card. Lorenzo’s eyes flickered, his expression unreadable. But I knew he saw it. And then— "Oops," I muttered, chuckling. I lost. Lorenzo exhaled sharply, then let out a triumphant laugh, the sound rich with arrogance. With a cocky grin, he threw a victorious punch into the air, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

was no longer a law—it was a Discarded Rough-Draft. The Master-Weaver shrieked as his gilded geometry was overwritten by the raw, "Ugly" truth of a woman who had finally forgiven her own past. He vanished into a spray of cyan pixels, his looms incinerated by the fact that the Loom is now Ours. "ERROR," the voice of the First Luna shrieked from the top of the tower. "THE FIRST THREAD IS SEVERED. THE NINETEENTH CYCLE IS OFF-LINE".

~I say run (Run) Laugh like you've gone mad (Laugh) Time to say goodbye to tears Run, Never look back In my two hands hundred bands I'm a loser~ -Loser Lover (TXT) ---- ---- --- - --- ---- ---- ----- ------ ----- Stefanos: “Stefanos?” “Is…is that…y-you Stefanos?” The man on the bed, my father croaked out. Eyes slowly starting to glisten with the oncoming tears as he sniffled like a child.

She let out a gasp at his revealing that he had lost his mate and children in the last rouge attack. “E kala mai iaʻu no kou nalo ʻana e kuʻu hoaaloha (I am so sorry for your loss my friend)…ma laila ka ʻeha no kekahi manawa, akā ikaika ʻoe (the pain will be there for awhile, but you are strong.)” She sighed “ʻAʻole nō wau e lilo ana iā Romero a me Baudouin ( I am still not over losing Romero or Baudouin.)”

His eyes squeezed shut, but the pain wouldn’t go away. “I lost…” he whispered hoarsely. His voice cracked, breaking under the weight of his emotions. “I lost. I’m such a damn loser. I lost before the battle even started. First Godfrey, now Jayden. Always someone else. Always… not me.” He hit his chest again and groaned softly. “Why… why do I keep losing her?” “Lost what?” The sudden voice startled him. He opened his eyes sharply and turned to find Tricia standing beside him, her curious eyes studying him. She had tapped his shoulder lightly, but the touch made him tense even more.