Losers Novels & Stories

Defeated. ---

Plotting. This woman in my bed… she was the greatest prize he’d ever lost. A woman who had once been completely under his thumb, now the CEO of the company he owned, and married to the man he hated. He wouldn't rest until he had destroyed her. Until he had destroyed us. I wouldn't let that happen. Losers like Lucas had predictable patterns. When they couldn't win through force or strategy, they resorted to deceit. They sought out allies in the shadows, people who shared their resentment and had nothing left to lose.

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

Because despite everything… This still hurt. Karen had lied. But she had also been part of his life. And losing people—even the wrong people—was painful. ⸻ As Karen slowly stood, tears slipped down her face. Nobody stopped her. Nobody followed her. Nobody asked her to stay. The realization was devastating. Because for years she believed she had won. Tyler. The house. The family. The life Irina once had. She thought she won. Yet somehow… She was leaving with nothing.

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!"

“Over the past decade, I have lost people that I love. My father, my brother and now my mom, they were all people that I loved with all my heart.” She looked at me, her lower lip quivering. “And now, there's you. I-i can't… I can't lose you too, Liam. I don't think I would ever recover if I do,” she said. A choked sob escaped from her throat and she broke down crying, her shoulders shaking. “I don't want to lose you, Liam. I can't lose you too,” she sobbed. Without a second thought, I marched forward and enveloped her in my arms. “It's fine, you won't lose me, Angel eyes,” I assured her as I patted her back lightly.

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.