Losers Novels & Stories

"Of course. She's probably jealous that Alex and Sasha are getting close. "This is probably just an act to get his attention. Leave her alone; I'd like to see what other acts she has up her sleeve." Liam had a thing for Sasha, and this was his way of helping her get back at me. In the end, I died in the lounge. The three men didn't notice something was amiss until I had laid stiffly and lifelessly on the ground for ten whole minutes. They blanched when they realized I truly wasn't breathing.

AURORA POV The host’s voice echoed across the hall. "And the winner of this year’s Miss Goddess Beauty is… Aurora!" The room erupted into cheers and clapping as I stepped forward, a proud smile on my face. I glanced at Liliana, the Alpha’s daughter from the Silver Crown Pack, who stood beside me as the first runner-up. She clapped too, but her stiff smile showed how much she hated losing. For a moment, pride surged through me. I had won, it's more like a dream come through.

" Emily nodded, yet she remained troubled by uncertainty. Could she withstand this struggle, this malevolence, without being utterly overwhelmed. Her fate was catastrophic and unpredictable, like a wildfire. Did she have the strength to learn it? "We will be ready." Emily expressed herself with more conviction than she truly felt. She needed to believe they could be ready, despite her uncertainty about how. She had no options available. Marcus's gaze remained bright in the shadows, a blend of sadness and something more ominous, as he observed them. "Time is running out." His comments were like a burden on their hearts, even if he didn't move closer. "No one is spared by the prophecy. Not eve

he grumbled as he started to work. (***) Sexy Girls Group 😘 : Salsa : Guys, what are you doing? Salsa : hello, answer me this time! Lia is reading..... Lia is typing..... Aini is reading…. Salsa : hey, why are you just watching it? Lia : You're noisy. We're busy. Right Ni? Aini : he'eh… but by the way, why is my name Nini so crazy? Lia: 😒 (cynically) when did you know Ni? Your work is just silent every day.

Very worrying. The last time I’d seen Princess Laney, she’d given me a sound beating under the guise of sword training. We had made plans for more beatings, I mean, lessons, but I ducked out of Fengarad before she could teach me the many different ways to lie on the ground, crying. Hopefully, she wasn’t mad I’d stood her up. Maybe she didn’t even remember. “He’s part of a group called The Losers. He’s the head Loser.”

William explained to her. Brieanna thought how silly could the dares be? It's nothing so she nodded. "Who will go first?" She asked him. "Uhm... let's do rock, paper, scissors. Who loses will take one first," He replied. They both readied theirselves, their hands in midair. "Rock, Paper, Scissors." They both said as they shake their fist up and down. "Ugh!" Brieanna groaned when she lost. She had a paper and he had a freakin scissor!

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.

I said, falling to the ground in front of the sad and even pitiful eyes of all those present, and I knew that I had reached the bottom and that it was impossible to fall any further. That day, I, Christian Goldman, died in life, leaving only an empty shell, without a spark and without a shred of hope, because even that was already lost. The good thing about being a loser is that you have nothing left to lose. Isaiah Mustafa - Mike Hanlon.

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

Nova and Silas in his car, parked somewhere dark, kissing like teenagers and touching each other with zero hesitation. I stared at it, then exhaled slowly. So that was how Leo got lost. The two of them had left a four-year-old inside a crowded party so they could sneak off. “What kind of irresponsible parents…” I muttered. Tristan shrugged, expression unreadable. “I just wanted you to see it. Make whatever decision you want with the information. Including whether you still feel like helping her look.” He said it lightly, but the message was clear. I looked at him for a second longer, then stepped out of the room without answering.