Losers Part 2 Novels & Stories

"Claire, do you like the spot I picked for you?" Life had become wonderfully peaceful. But a week later, two unwelcome visitors showed up. I'd expected as much. They were billionaires, after all. Finding one person was nothing to them. "Clara..." Diane came running toward me in tears, even stumbling on the path. "Clara, Clara, please don't shut us out. "We know we were wrong. Everything that happened before, it was all a terrible misunderstanding, we weren't thinking straight. "We're your own flesh and blood. Blood is thicker than water.

Karmaa had come back for Aslan. “No, you won’t. You will only understand it your way.” She stood up and he stood up with her. She wiped her eyes and said, “I lost everything on this poker table, didn’t I? Now I will win everything back. Mr. Aslan Parker. I bet myself, and if I win, the prize is my freedom.”

Instantly, a few people turned to look, eyes trailing after us, probably admiring the two well-dressed women who just walked in. “Oh God, I love being the center of attention!” Matilda squealed, clinging to my arm. “Come on, this way!” she shouted over the music, dragging me toward the bar. “Two Bloody Marys, please!” she ordered without hesitation. “Who organized this party?” I asked, glancing around the room. Despite the dim lights and disorienting flashes of disco colors, I could still make out familiar faces. Most were fellow models—friends of Matilda’s. Some, I only recognized from my past… people I hadn’t spoken to in years, not since the incident at my former agency.

the commander rasped over the comms, his voice filled with a sudden, sharp fear. “It’s a Mack-Quinton original,” Jax said, stepping forward. “We call it the 'Loser’s Weight.' Because it only hits people who think they’re above everyone else.” While the Next Gen held the front, the Old Guard Reapers were operating in the shadows of the southern perimeter. Gordan Chen and Jonas Rex moved with a silence that was more terrifying than the noise of the battle. They weren't using high-tech gravitational weapons or drone swarms; they were using the "Old Guard" grit that had defined the Krauser Kartel for decades.

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.

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.

and scratches, he locked the door and stood near Emily, I hate the fact you had to find out this early, Emily said, what do you want, why are you doing this to me, I thought we were best friends, I said, best friend my foot, we were best friend when we were small until your stupid ass family made my parents divorced, my dad was crushing on your mom but no!! your mom went and snitch to my mom, I saw them fight everyday, while yih were happy with your family, Emily why don’t you be like Amelia, why don’t you do well in school like Amelia, everything Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, gosh I started to freaking hate you then, I saw them get physical fighting and breaking things in the house, when they br

Asked questions. Demanded answers. Kyle simply accepted her silence. As though her comfort mattered more than his curiosity. And somehow… That hurt even more. Because kindness was harder to defend against. The music shifted. Another slow melody. Neither moved away. Neither seemed eager for the dance to end. “Have you ever loved someone so much,” Irina whispered suddenly, “that losing them felt like losing part of yourself?” The question escaped before she could stop it. Immediately she regretted it. Kyle’s eyes never left hers.

“He hated me before, but after he lost his mate and pup in childbirth, he completely lost it. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that his wolf had gone feral.” “He lost his pup AND his mate in childbirth?” she asks, sounding shocked. “It happens Ayda. I lost my mate in childbirth too. I was lucky that I didn’t lose Cathal or maybe I’d have gone feral just like he did.” “I doubt it,” she mumbles. I’m not sure how to take that, but I let it go as we walk into the pack hospital. Dr. Clark is there and sees me walking in with Ayda. He’s steps up quickly.

The security footage showed me clawing at the door to open it while the despicable trio watched and laughed. It wasn't until I had stopped breathing that they panicked. The footage showed them discussing among themselves and deciding to dump my body into the ocean. The audio from the footage gave clear and irrebuttable evidence that Caleb and his friends had caused my death. As Sasha had said, they weren't trying to intimidate or warn me. So, this was the long-awaited moment of truth. After watching the footage, Alexander was unusually calm. The officers in the lounge approached him to offer him words of solace.