Loser From It Novels & Stories

“Oh, come on. Let’s go to Lucci’s. If it had been the pre- Elena you, you would have called a stripper right here and would have gotten a lap dance. But now….” “Well, then maybe I have changed, but I am not…” Aslan was trying his best to defend but Jodi had an upper hand tonight. “Let’s go then.” “First you give me my million. Here we go.” He threw his cards on the table and everyone groaned as they lost. “We will, but you will have to collect it from Lucci’s. Left my wallet there.” Jodi was giving him a hard time. “I am not going to Lucci’s.” Asslan fired.

The weight of loss settled heavily, shrouding the room with an air of melancholy. Lorenzo and Nicolas, still on their knees, looked defeated. "You lost," Viktor declared, savoring the taste of victory. "The mighty Russo brothers brought to their knees by a pawn in our game." The sound of Viktor's footsteps, receding into the distance, marked our crushing defeat. Alone and abandoned, I lay on the cold ground, a silent witness to the dismantling of the Russo empire. My cries, a mixture of despair and anguish, reverberated through the desolate space.

Asha Smith: On that cold and dark night, I found myself in a taxi heading to my best friend's house, my only refuge. Tears streamed down my face as I watched the city lights passing by the window. Everything seemed blurry, as if my life had lost focus. I had been kicked out of my home by my husband, the man with whom I had shared so many years of my life. I always believed that, with time, he would learn to love me the way I loved him, but all my hopes had been shattered, and my heart was broken.

any way he could…starting with my throat. Damn bastard. I lost. I truly lost the ninth trial. -

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Even without looking, Eloise could imagine how viciously they were being torn apart online. "Another one, Lou. It's Jonathan's apology video." "No, thanks. I'm not interested in his apologies," Eloise said, stroking the woman's hair. "How are you feeling now, though? Do you feel better after erasing your feelings for that jerk?" "I've been feeling so much better. I really need to thank you for this, Lou!" Fate truly worked in mysterious ways. The woman before her was the very one the fishermen had mistaken for Eloise.

Be punctual. Christine then turned away from him and came over to us, gently saying, "Aubrey, Aster, let's go home." Tristan looked ashen as he knelt stiffly on the floor. He knew his life was over. He would have nothing to his name now. Just like that, Tristan's life had been reduced to shambles. Shock ran through the entirety of Centuria's upper-class social circle for the next few days. Ad Astra Inc. publicly announced that Tristan had been removed from his position and that Aster would take over as the company's CEO.

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.”

I learned how because you left. I wanted to pull her into my arms. Wanted to tell her she didn’t have to do this alone anymore. That I was here. That I’d always be here if she’d let me. But I didn’t have that right. Not anymore. “I’m sorry,” I said instead. “For not being there when you needed me. For all of it.” She nodded. Pulled her hand away from mine. The loss of contact felt like a physical ache. “We should get back,” she said, standing. “In case the doctor comes.”