Losers Part 2 Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Both bodies were prepared by Mamma. Elio muttered to himself as he spiraled into madness, "No… This can't be… Isolde said she would stay with me forever. How could she die in a car accident?" Right then, the next part of the plan unfolded. A tall figure pushed through the crowd and threw a punch straight at Elio's face. The force knocked him sideways, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. "Elio, you bastard! How could you treat Ms. Genovese like that?"

Emily last beheld two crimson eyes that were locked onto her with an age-old longing as the wind screamed through the branches and the universe descended into turmoil. What had Marcus just unleashed?

* Keyla looked at Salva sadly. *I destroyed everything, I completely lost Kojiro and with that also Genzo.* Keyla ran into the bathroom crying, she looked at the last text message she got and threw her cell phone on the floor, crying. She collapsed in the bathroom. Even Salva couldn't calm her down. She kept asking why, why couldn't everything go the way she wanted? Salva took her to the couch where Keyla eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.

Their numbers had dropped and Kane would flip out more just seen them already loosing more millions. “I suppose the machines would arrive by next week?” Mariana asked Mr Langdon who was quick to nod. She turned her eyes back to Kane. “See? Everything's fine. It's normal to have these setbacks sometimes. Am sure production will start by next week once the machines are here.” A smile lighted up on her face but Kane only got up to his feet. “This meeting is over.” And, everyone stood up and we're leaving the conference room. “Keep me updated James or I'll fire you from your post with the snap of my fingers.” He glared at James before making his way out of the conference room with Mariana walkin

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.

Hendrick, with Yvette in tow, came late to the Triken project's launch ceremony. The elders had already left after completing the handover, and only the younger generation remained, messing about and eagerly awaiting to watch the drama unfold. Yvette's hair was messy, her lipstick smudged, and her cheeks flushed pink. Hendrick, on the other hand, had a satisfied grin on his face, and there were even visible bite marks on his neck. One of the men nearby could immediately tell what had transpired between the two. He raised his wine glass while his gaze darted between the three of us, eagerly waiting for me to fly into a rage.

Meanwhile, the two women sitting next to their respective partners have been observing, but have not yet shared their views regarding the issues discussed by the two men. Is it still possible to cancel the plans that have been drawn up? But I feel bad because it is acting inconsistently. The day of the meeting between Abby and 'he', was only a few days away, so this heart became extremely anxious. Shall I continue this plan or stop it now before it is too late? Arnold thought, uncertain. The thin man watched the interlocutor in silence. He could sense that there was an objection in the hearts of the Verz family. For some reason, this heart is sure that Arnold has doubts about 'he' who is alr

One drunk night with my best friend's brother, Eddie Sutton, and I became his secret girlfriend. Eight years later, my family finally snapped. They gave me a deadline and lined up a guy for me to marry. "Eddie, my family gave me a deadline. I have to get married this year." He went quiet, then kissed my forehead. Same old answer. "Just wait a little longer." Not long after, I found a post from his intern, Gina Yapp. The photo was of her and Eddie's marriage license. Caption: [CEO secured.] What I couldn't get in eight years, she got in three months. I swallowed the bitterness and hit Like. Then I commented: [Congrats. Wishing you both a happy life.] After that, I accepted the w