Losers Part 2 Novels & Stories

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.

But I'm sure I'll be fine as long as I'm far from that two faced cheating bastard. "Take care of yourself ok?" Jeremy hugged me and walked back to his car. Once again it's just me, myself and I. ****** "I lost them all but guess what?" Sylvester grinned cheerfully. Raring to spill out the good news. "What?" Catherine paid rapid attention. "They've finally been separated without any harm done to them" Sylvester spilled the beans. "Are you serious?" "Hell yeah.... I told you it would work" Catherine squealed in excitement, it was all coming together, everything they had worked for was finally achieved. There was no need for bloodshed, murder or kidnapping to seperate those two.

At that instant, the corner of her lips lifted to form a smirk, and running her hand through her hair, she stated in a complacent manner: “Loser, every single one of you! Hahaha! Goddamn, weaklings! And on top of that, all of you’re sore losers who looks fucking ugly. Might I mention that your breath stinks as well. This is so nauseating. Damn! This place is disgusting, just like all of you. Bunch of lowlifes. Coming here to lick each others wound. Too pathetic I swear. You shouldn’t even be coming to gambling since all you do is lose. Is it fun to earn consecutive loses? How does it feel like? Since I never got to experience it, I am curious. What? What? What are you glaring at? Someone lik

Barbara spoke but Nancy immediately cut in. “How long..." Barbara and Boris didn't dare say a word. “How long has this been going on?" Nancy asked once more, this time her voice was thunderous. “Two years," the words escaped Barbara's mouth before she could comprehend. Nancy burst into a hellacious laugh, but before she could speak, the system's voice cut through. “Time elapsed." The arena fell deadly silent. "The losers are Gavin and Melissa."

Plotting. This woman in my bed… she was the greatest prize he’d ever lost. A woman who had once been completely under his thumb, now the CEO of the company he owned, and married to the man he hated. He wouldn't rest until he had destroyed her. Until he had destroyed us. I wouldn't let that happen. Losers like Lucas had predictable patterns. When they couldn't win through force or strategy, they resorted to deceit. They sought out allies in the shadows, people who shared their resentment and had nothing left to lose.

"I leave them where they're found." Silence. "That's inconvenient," Lewis finally said. I stared at him. He stared back. Then he gave a slight nod. "Understood." I believed him. For now. The woman came around the corner and stopped. Her eyes immediately went to Lewis's neck. "What happened?" "Professional disagreement," Lewis replied. Her attention shifted to Taryn, then back to Lewis. "You lost." "Apparently." "Badly." Lewis stared at her. "Thank you for the assessment."

I wanted to fight, to scream, but my limbs wouldn't obey. Tears spilled down my cheeks, blurring everything. I'm sorry… my pups… Just as despair swallowed me whole, a voice cut through the darkness—cold, sharp, and laced with deadly rage. "Let her go!"