Losers Romane & Geschichten

"Don’t get used to it, loser." But I already was.

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…

There was no winning this game. Only different ways to lose.

That's when I realized I'd been holding my breath. I faced Zayne. “At least stop bringing him home. It's disgusting” My phone buzzed countless times. I didn't look at it, but the continuous vibrating made me look. My Fast cash notification blinded my screen. I'd lost, again. Fuck! Diego was gonna come for me. Then a message popped up without my consent. Without punctuation. ‘Now you owe me, Vice’ I stared at the screen till it blurred.

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.

The constant buzzing was giving me a headache, so I blocked Grayson and Vidar. At last, silence.

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He held his head in agony, a sound like a trapped beast wailing in his throat. He finally understood. He had completely lost his treasure.

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.

He felt the connection to his late parents, to the people who had worn this ring before him, and he knew that they were finally at rest. "We did it, Oliver," Christina whispered, her eyes filled with tears of joy. "No, Christina," Oliver replied, his voice a low, resonant baritone. "We just started. The empire of the losers is over. Now, we build something real." As the Connors family was led away in handcuffs, their faces masks of pure, unadulterated shame, the Grand Ballroom of the QS Holdings headquarters became a cathedral of hope. The "loser" had returned. And the world would never be the same again.