Losers Novels & Stories

"Then let's debate. Right now. No preparation. Topic: Is winning worth losing yourself?" Mira's throat tightened. That was the question she had been avoiding since she signed the contract. She stood up, walked to the other podium, facing him across the stage. "Affirmative," she said. "Winning is worth the sacrifice because losing means being forgotten, and being forgotten means you never mattered." Sebastian's expression didn't change. But something flickered in his eyes. "Negative," he replied. "Winning at the cost of yourself means you don't exist anymore anyway. You've just built a trophy where your heart used to be."

Adrian said smilingly, "Moreover, you're someone who has the opportunity to become a Warlord or even reach a higher stage, but you foolishly obeyed Alistair's orders and allowed your soul to burn without reason. Don't you regret that?" The biggest loser in the battle two days ago wasn't the three chiefs or even Adrian. It wasn't even Thalia. It was those who had experienced a decline in strength or even died during the battle. They were the real losers. The three villages eventually negotiated terms, rendering their deaths even more insignificant. This was the cruelty of war.

Billie Eilish, SZA, Olivia Rodrigo, all the artists who understood what it felt like to love someone who didn’t love you back the same way. “I love you, I’m sorry” played softly through my speakers. I pulled up the hidden folder on my phone. The one I should have deleted years ago. Us in his old Astoria apartment kitchen, making faces at the camera. Him shirtless, me in his t-shirt, both laughing at something I couldn’t remember anymore. Him sleeping, peaceful, one arm stretched toward where I’d been lying next to him. Me on his lap on the couch, his arms around my waist, chin on my shoulder, both of us watching something on TV.

"Thank you, boss!" Their cheers had successfully attracted Kayla and her friends' attention. "They got sixth place, didn't they? What's there to be happy about?" "Well, they did lose to Kayla twice in a row. I suppose they're just trying to make the best out of their loss." "Then again, they're losers who are about to be disqualified in the second round. They won't have a chance to celebrate if they don't do it now." As Kayla listened to her friends' mocking words, she couldn't help but feel even more smug.

"That kind of bet benefits you either way, win or lose!" Theodore replied, "If you feel shortchanged, how about this: if I lose, I'll give you two kisses. What do you think?" Elara shot him a sideways glance, though her dagger-like stare was hidden behind her goggles. "Kisses aren't much of a punishment!" Merida chimed in. "I propose that the loser has to carry the winner around the go-kart track for ten laps!" Elara considered this and liked the idea. "Deal! For Xavier's sake, I won't lose!"

“We’re rebranding the family trauma as a sporting event.” I snorted. “What are we playing for, then?” Luca raised his hand. “Loser has to answer a personal question.” “Oh, I love this game,” Kaira grinned. I narrowed my eyes at the Lachlans. “Even you guys?” Julian shrugged. “If you can beat us.” Marcus winked. “Not a chance.”

“So who’s actually going and who’s just talking? Let’s make it a dare. Whoever chickens out first loses. Whoever stays longest wins.” Cole narrows his eyes. “Wins what, exactly?” “Bragging rights?” Cole shakes his head. “Not a chance. That’s not gonna cut it, buddy. Loser buys the winner’s drinks for a month.” “Make it two months,” Diesel counters. Cole grins. “Alright. Two months. All in favor?” “Aye.” “Aye.” “Yeah.” “Aye.” Omar is the last to speak. “Guys, I don’t know if this is a good idea…”

I did not reply. With one arm holding my daughter and the other pulling my suitcase, I walked toward her mother's house. No disappointment remained. No compromise either. Only relief. "Goodbye, Gwyneth," I muttered. This was the last time we would ever see each other. From this moment on, we would have nothing to do with each other. Congratulations on losing me. The next day, I boarded a plane. I knew that once I left, I would never return. At the same time…

You’re nothing but an enslaved person in this game, and I make the rules. I forced a smug smile onto my face and hissed through gritted teeth, loud enough for her to hear, “If you can speak so shamelessly, maybe you forgot that you’ve been blocklisted by one of the biggest agencies in the country. Do you honestly think endorsers will line up for you now?” She didn’t respond. She just gave me that damn shrug and turned her attention to Cecile, who was now standing in front of the reporters like some righteous savior.

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