Losers Part 2 Novels & Stories

The competition was taking a harsh turn and everyone had gloomy faces on the walk back. For example, Jessica had lost both of her minions in this round, leaving her all alone. She didn't seem to be downcast at the prospect, judging from the wide smile on her face. Bree had also lost Diana too and she had refused to say anything since we got inside the room. Luckily enough, both Paige and Cora made it through but I was starting to get anxious. The third round would be in two days and that was going to be the conclusion of the Second phase of the test.

-He said smiling. -Exactly, and if it's a girl and a boy... Do you want to choose the boy's or the girl's? -Luna asked. James looked at her puzzled. - Really... - Come on, rock paper scissors. -she said, smiling. James sat up a little straighter, so that he was right in front of her. - Whoever loses, picks the one with the kid. Okay? - James nodded, "Okay, rock, paper, scissors, 1, 2, 3, go....

Callie noticed that his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “It is one of the hardest thing in life to lose a best-friend. I have learnt it when I lost you.. Callie.” He continued speaking as he moved closer to her. Callie’s tears were beginning to brim at her eyes. He reminded her how inseparable they were once. She remembered the first time they met as kids on the first day of their kindergarten. She had been crying, alone and terrified but luckily Ashton came to her rescue. He wiped her tears and promised to be her friend forever. Indeed he had kept his promise for a long time. It was she who had ruined it.

"Gaby, is this about my title track? You were mad because of that, right? But I've already canceled the contract with Isabella. You'll still be in charge of my albums! You'll be the only one in charge of all my future albums! Please?" "No way!" Cyrus answered for me. Then, he and Mitchell started to fight. Both of them were about the same height and build. However, Mitchell was quickly on the losing end as Cyrus threw him to the ground and hit him multiple times. Dad pulled me aside and let the two men fight it out in our home. "Don't worry," he said. "Cyrus is a boxing expert. He won't lose to others." Did I look like I was worried about him?

But three mornings a week I sat at the desk in the room that was now just a room, not the guest room, not the escape room, just a room with a desk in it that I used, and I wrote things with my name on them and sent them to Kendrick and he told me what needed fixing and I fixed it. The second piece had gone up the week before. Shorter than the first, more specific, about the miscarriage. Not the whole of it, not the Jamie part, not the aftermath — just the thing itself, the physical reality of it, the way nobody talked about what it actually felt like in your body and how that silence was its own kind of violence. Kendrick had been careful with me about that one, more than usual, checking in

MARIO's POV (2brother) Our kitten has went through so much, i feel so guilty that i was never able to protect her, we all were devastated when she left or was kidnapped. Mom used to cry so much, dad went to all ballistic mode, Lorenzo got himself into business, twins went into bad boy mode, Anthony started street racing, Grayson shut himself in his room and did god knows what and i was trying to be sane for everyone but already everyone went into dark mode , Our cousins,grandpa, grandma , uncles, aunts all love Klara a lot, everyone was devastated.

I frowned but stepped out anyway. A bodyguard led me into a private room. Several people sat inside. I did not recognize any of them. They looked at me with strange expressions. Mockery and contempt filled their eyes. They treated me like trash and even moved their chairs farther away. "He cheated on Gwen and still has the nerve to let her throw him a birthday party." "Gwen is really pitiful. She's even raising the bastard he brought home." "I don't know what she ever saw in him. He can't even compare to Bryan."

The pain in his eyes said it all. “I’m still so sorry for the loss of your mate Oliver, I can’t imagine what you had to and still going through.” I said. That night must replay over and over again in his mind. Losing a mate isn’t just loss— it’s losing part of yourself. And nothing ever fills that space again. With Zander’s threat to take Jane as his, I feared for the same fate. “I wish I could be there when Jane sees them, but I really should head back before anyone expects anything.” He said.

"If you want to live, get out." "Look at that. The watchdog the Lombardi family threw away still has teeth." Scarface drew his gun as well, grinning with open contempt. "Once you left the Lombardis, you became nothing. Today, I settle the score." The others raised their guns and moved toward Demira with ugly smiles. Demira went pale and scrambled behind Victor. "Victor, I'm scared!" Victor's heart dropped. His finger tightened on the trigger. A gunshot cracked through the room.

He does a couple more taps on the tablet and the conveyor speeds up and the strap pulls some more. I push forward and I feel some control come back to me. I take our hand to rip the monitors from off of us. I pull for control of our other hand as Hetty snaps her focus back to the mirror. Her eyes start to glow as I see my lighter blue eyes come forward. Hetty's face is in a state of pure shock as I pull at the velcro holding the waistband in place. Once it's free I release control and Hetty jumps from the treadmill diving into a roll to slow our momentum.