Losers Novels & Stories

Each heavy drop that hit my window was another voice. Drop. "I am so disappointed in you Rose. Rhea and Eric would be too." Drop. "Maybe you should get one for overbearing bitchiness. I think everyone here could agree you'd be a top contender." Drop Drop. "Because if you keep acting like this that's exactly what you'll be for the rest of your life...alone."

Knoxville's face darkened, his eyes blazing with intensity. He took a deep breath, his fist clenched together, as if restraining himself from lashing out. "I don't believe you can win," he growled. "Once a loser, always a loser. You've always been a loser, and I won't watch you win." Maxwell burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I guess I should have known who I'm dealing with," he said, chuckling. "I forgot you're a stone that can't be broken easily."

Around that time, Grayson learned from Vidar that while my injuries weren't life-threatening, I'd lost the pup because of the incident. Grayson was consumed with regret for how he'd neglected me while doting on Bella. Now that he'd finally realized his mistake, he'd turned the whole pack upside down looking for me, but found nothing. I scoffed when I heard this. He was panicking now? Where was all that concern when it actually mattered? "We cut the mate bond. There's nothing between us anymore, so what he's going through now means nothing to me." Hearing the ice in my voice, Grayson snatched the phone from Vidar's hand. His voice was ragged and heavy with regret.

She was always an introvert and liked to spend time alone rather than being in company. Much to her happiness, the game ended pretty earlier. All the students sitting on the bleachers started dispersing. “We are all going to Burger Inn. Why don’t you all join us?” Asked Callie to which Judy clicked her tongue turning her face with an annoyed expression. She immediately got a glare from both Laura and Callie. “What?” whined Judy Ignoring her whines, Ann just said “It is okay. It is already late. We would join you guys some other time.”

Her cheeks were pinkish as if she came from a hot bath, and her lips are sexy in red. "Stephanie, hi" Jon patted her right cheek with his. "I am so in love with this place, come, join us." She invited him and handed over a glass of vodka. He was speaking to her when Alex, approached the three. "This is the head organizer, Steph." He touches Cathy's shoulder, "Cathy, remember, she was with your team earlier." Stephanie replied, "I know, of course." she suddenly saw Alex behind Cathy. "Oh, hi there," Alex immediately looked at Cathy as she turned to see him, and looked at Jon. "Sir, I was advised by Andrew to come here." "I believe you can take care of her?" she was referring to Cathy. "Come o

I turned to leave, but Keith stopped me once more. This time, the grin on his face was gone, replaced by barely concealed rage. "Must I spell it all out for you? I'm going to steal everything away from you and the Warners! Then, I'll have those two kicked out of the family. "I don't love her or her b*stard kid anyway! Aren't you mad?" My face remained calm and blank, as if I felt nothing for Serene and Tina anymore.

It didn’t arrive fully formed one morning while I was in the garden — it built itself the way real things build themselves, in pieces, some days adding something and some days just sitting with what was already there and deciding if it was right. Kendrick and I talked every few days. He had opinions, which was why he was useful — not the agreeable kind of opinions that just reflected what you’d already said back at you, but the ones that pushed on the edges and asked whether the structure was sound. He pushed on the advocacy angle first, said it needed to be specific rather than general, that better support for pregnancy loss was a feeling not a strategy and feelings didn’t move funding. He

Corinna looked at him for a moment. "You're right," she said. "Patience without discernment is waiting. But action without understanding what you actually have —" she held his gaze "— is how you lose assets you can never recover." The moderator moved on quickly, the way good moderators did when something in a panel suddenly had two layers. The room had felt it. Several people shifted in their seats. Someone in the third row leaned toward the person beside them. Dorian, she knew without looking, was somewhere in that audience.

“Do you think I stand a chance?” But silence was an answer to her question, Alex wasn’t paying any attention, rather his eyes were fixed on the stage, locked on Davis, his jaw tightening. “Have I met him before?” he murmured. The room hummed with chatter and cheer as models revealed their cards one after another, waiting for the final announcement. “The lucky winner is...” Mr. Samson paused on air, his gaze sweeping across the raised cards, until it stopped on Caro’s. At that same moment, Davis flipped his card open too, as if their timing were planned, as if they were set on a time bomb.

Stephen asked. "Say something. Why did you do that?” Paul said. Cyrus shook his head and muttered, “Bro, we have been looking forward to this day for a long time. Everyone knows no one can beat us. We have always been the winners. Why did you deliberately lose the game?” Roland pushed Cyrus away from his side and looked at Ian. His hands were still holding Ian's collar. He said, “Do you know what they are going to call us? Losers. How could you miss that simple shot? You gave them so many chances to score. You even blocked your own players so that they could score every single time to match our score. Is this how a captain should play?”