Losers Novels & Stories

Skippar who was standing before the Dwarf Commander Supreme. Cayden slowly got up but Daniel rushed to his side to assist him. Andrea placed herself at Cayden’s other side and with Daniel, they both started carrying him away. None of us were smiling. I was confused as hell! We all knew the penalty that was to come with being the loser of this battle. The loser will be butthole fucked. And now, Cayden was that Loser. Andrea and Daniel placed Cayden on a stool chair and we all turned to Dwarf Supreme who stood up majestically from his chair.

I stared at the man in the wheelchair for a tense moment before a defiant smile crept onto my face. Fine! He wants me to play? I’ll play! “Alright,let’s play!”I announced. My voice was loud and firm and they all stopped laughing. “The loser drinks?That’s fucking lame.Let’s do something more exciting.How about the loser removed a piece of clothing with every lost?We keep going until…well…we’re left with nothing else to remove.Stark naked!” The suggestion stunned the crowd, yet they buzzed with anticipation.

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

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

Samuel quickly cried, "T-there's been a misunderstanding, Mr. Keaton! Aubrey and her sister were the ones who crossed the line! "They were the ones who wanted to take Ophelia's spot from her! They were even rude to Mrs. Keaton!" Samuel gestured at us as he spoke self-righteously. "I already tried getting them to apologize, but they refused. But rest assured, I'll give you and Mrs. Keaton a satisfactory resolution, Mr. Keaton. I'll call the headmaster and have him settle the matter right away!" Tristan nodded, satisfied. He turned to us again and said coldly, "Do you hear that? The spot belongs to Ophelia. Why don't you two just give up?"

After all, he'd worked diligently here for several years. Leaving suddenly was truly hard to accept. Seeing the disparity in popularity, Liqm knew that their team was bound to lose. Even in defeat, they had to lose with dignity. The gap in numbers was widening, with the number of orders in Lila's stream already more than half of those in Layla Foster's stream. In other words, Serena was definitely going to lose this time. In Marcus's office, Katrina sat comfortably on his lap, watching the live stream. A smile played on Katrina's lips as she gave Marcus a quick kiss on the cheek. "We did it. We won."

When I looked up, Zara's sly smile made me shiver. Suddenly, the bedspread beneath me ripped right where I sat. Everyone gasped. I slipped off the bed and hit my head against the wall. My forehead throbbed, and my elbow burned. Zara, tears streaking down her face, pointed at the ripped bedspread. "It's fine if you don't want to bless us. But tearing the bedspread? Are you trying to ruin our wedding night?" The sycophants around us jumped in. "She obviously did it on purpose! Breaking the bedspread on the first night is terrible luck for the couple. She's so evil!"

Josh, on the other hand, just watches me with a creepy intensity, his eyes lingering uncomfortably on my chest. After the pleasantries, we start our set match against them. Maybe it’s my frustration from last night’s conversation with Cassian, but I channel all my energy into the game. My dad and I end up winning, and he is proud of me and our victory helps lift my sour mood. We attract an audience, much like the yesterday, and I notice Cassian among them. It’s a relief that I didn’t spot him during the match; otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate. Even now, seeing him watch me is stirring so many emotions.

and scratches, he locked the door and stood near Emily, I hate the fact you had to find out this early, Emily said, what do you want, why are you doing this to me, I thought we were best friends, I said, best friend my foot, we were best friend when we were small until your stupid ass family made my parents divorced, my dad was crushing on your mom but no!! your mom went and snitch to my mom, I saw them fight everyday, while yih were happy with your family, Emily why don’t you be like Amelia, why don’t you do well in school like Amelia, everything Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, gosh I started to freaking hate you then, I saw them get physical fighting and breaking things in the house, when they br

The man narrowed his eyes dangerously in the room, and his gaze landed on Luis. “Ha! I wondered who it was. So it’s you, loser. “Didn’t I tell you not to come here if you value your life? “Did you not take me seriously?” Luis had been called a loser twice within 24 hours. First was Kaze, and now, it was this man. Luis’ face fell. However, he glanced at Kaze and smiled peculiarly. “You’re the loser, Joel! What makes you think Drake Gym is yours?