Losers Bfb Novels & Stories

Ever since my best friend, Aurelia Westbrook, moved in next door, my boyfriend, Xavier Whitmore, couldn’t stop complaining about her. “She’s so completely useless,” he’d scoff. “If she doesn’t know how to cook, she should just order takeout. If she can’t figure out the washing machine, she should take her clothes to the dry cleaner. Why does she have to keep bothering you all the time?” I smiled and tried to explain. “Aurelia’s family went bankrupt. Her mother had to let all the household staff go. Normally, she doesn’t know how to do these things yet.” Xavier still wasn’t convinced. He started making bets with me every single day. “I bet that woman cuts her finger trying to cook again.”

She draws out the words, eyes glittering with glee. "I am dedicated," I say. "There's a reason I'm not going, it's just... personal." I'm sure that must sound extremely stupid. Beth's eyes twinkle. "Well, I guess not all Enfablers are for life. There are always gonna be wannabes". It's ironic that Beth would say that. She and the other Bs only really got into Fable at the end of last year, but since then they've made up for lost time. The Three Bs are the kinds of girls who give Enfablers a bad name. Sending threats to the boys' girlfriends on Twitter. Hating on other fandoms. Turning fans against each other.

Her voice was shrill and hysterical. "I knew it was you! You stole my lottery ticket, didn't you?" she screamed. "Give it back to me, you bitch! That money is mine. You hear me, bitch?" I waited patiently for her to finish screaming before finally speaking. "Alright, Beatrice. Here comes the truth bomb—the lottery ticket that won me the money in our previous lives was mine, too. You're still not willing to snap out of your delusions, huh? "You really think some cheap ticket you bought from a convenience store for a few bucks would win you 50 million dollars?"

I acted like I was sorry, but in reality, I secretly enjoyed getting under his skin from time to time. My dad is extremely competitive, so we play a match with sets. Each set consists of a minimum of six games, and each game is made up of points. He wins every round, and during each break, he lectures me about not paying enough attention. While he’s not entirely wrong, it’s just a tennis game—he really needs to chill. Apparently, I needed to practice more. My dad insists we have a doubles match tomorrow with his best friend, Wesley Summers, and his son, Josh Summers. I dread the thought of playing with them; losing always angers my dad, and Josh is a giant asshole.

May be he was just jealous. Soon, they started the game. It was simple. One of them will say something she has never done and everyone else, who also hasn’t done it too, will drink a shot. Elle went first. “I have never watched gay p*rn.” And she laughed. “Ewwwww” Sienna exclaimed and everyone drank. Kate was next. “I have never read a self-help book.” Elle and Sienna drank. Elena was next to go. “I have never gotten a speeding ticket.”

I saw several bags I wanted to buy. Abel was unwilling to lose his dignity in front of the woman he cherished. He quickly grabbed my arm and tried to drag me aside to talk. But before he could move me, one of my bodyguards stepped forward and pinned him down. "What are you doing, Aspen Larkin!" Abel shouted in anger. I straightened my sleeve and replied with an icy expression, "You were too busy on your phone earlier to even notice I came back with bodyguards. Did you really think that after taking a slap from you, I'd let you do as you please again?"

[Briella]: “Get in.” [Water]: ... [Night]: My friends… farewell! [Day]: See you in the afterlife. One by one, everyone entered the challenge room. Then [Night] popped into world chat: “My beloved fans, remember me! Pray for Daddy when I’m gone!” And off he went—straight into the fire. World Chat: “OMG Night is hilarious!” “I can’t breathe, my stomach hurts!” “He’s too cute to be a hacker!” “LOL! Match One: [Night] vs. [Briella]

During my senior year of high school, my grades are completely erratic. I can ace three subjects while completely bombing the other three, leaving me dead last in my class. My homeroom teacher, Janet Bennett, throws me and my backpack out of the classroom. A classmate waves my report card around as the rest of the class laughs. "You're a total loser. You even failed your language test. Even a factory wouldn't hire you." The next day, my homeroom teacher throws out the student ranking second to last, Ethan Hoppe, as well. "One bad apple spoils the whole bunch. And somehow, our class has two of them. You think the college entrance exam is only going to test what you're good at? You two ca

, Alpha Lucien stepped up, "Would you like to change into anything Rebekah?" "No", Rebekah gave a short response as she began to stretch. "And what about you Mia?", Lucien asked Mia. "I am ready baby", Mia said in front of everyone even Lucien wished she did not just call him, baby. "Both of you step forward", Lucien said as they both stepped forward, "We will make this simple, whoever taps out loses and the first person's back to reach or land on the ground also loses. I'm I understood?". Mia and Rebekah both nodded.

said the rude woman. “Oh, really? You think you and your dumb boyfriend can afford it? Do you even know how much that costs?” Charles asked in annoyance. "I do not care! I can afford it!" said the third man. “Don’t worry, Carmen. These four losers are exactly that… losers!” ‘Losers, eh? That word is so familiar.’ Charles chuckled inwardly. "Can you, now? Well, how about this? Let's have some fun. Let's have an auction for this superyacht between the three of us. Whoever loses the auction will have to shell out his last bid for charity. Are you in?" said Charles.