Lost The Novel Novels & Stories

"He really did it. He really left." "Who is he?" Vrethie cried. "So much for being the worlds best psychic." Eigen cried, grinning widely as he entered the house through the window - how a gaping hole in the side of the house. "You didn't even feel me arrive." Everyone, including Miaka and Kai, took a sidestep and jumped through the hole into the windy garden. Where the monster had landed was now nothing but a bomb site - flattened to ash and dust. "Ashes to ashes - dust to dust," the moster whispered, picking up the blackened sand. It slipped through his fingers like a egg timer, counting down the minutes to the end of days.

Clara answered her mother. "That's where you lied cause the love is shattered. Clara, " Evelyn called on her. " Have you take a look at yourself. Have you imagine how you look ever since you got in between this brothers. Your statures, you nature everything about you took a different shape, I wonder what have become of you." You lost weight, look at yourself my dear," Evelyn examined her. " This is all about me, it has no business with you mother. Am fully aware that I had lost weight. But for the one I love." She answered.

"Can I get back to you on that?" He looked a little sad at my answer, but I could have sworn he sounded at least a little pleased with it. What a curious guy. He nodded. "Yeah. Of course." "So about this book?" I really needed to change the subject. Fast. "Ancient Nature of the Lost Ones written by some unpronounceable name." "When was it written?" "There's no date, there's also no cohesive language. It's almost like a diary that's been added to over the centuries."

something that very rarely happened, to people as busy with work as he was. Unfortunately, the blonde haired man forgot his way back to the hotel where his group was staying. when he remembered the name of the hotel, he took the wrong online taxi, until he was finally caught by a group of robbers. Now, the robbers were watching him like hungry wolves about to eat his dinner. He could neither escape nor escape, because the robbers took him to an area some distance from the settlements. Under these circumstances, he gave up all his money to save his life, as well as the documents he was carrying.

It'd always represented my last wall of defense. "Aster, no…" Aubrey tugged at my hand, likely understanding what I was about to do. She was scared things would get out of hand, scared that her perfect family would break apart. I patted her hand and said firmly, "Some losses are necessary to keep our lives in good order, Aubrey." I slowly looked up to meet the gazes of Tristan, Anastasia, and Ophelia. With a sneer, I called out to Tristan. "Are you really sure you don't know who we are, Tristan? Are you sure you want to risk the rest of your life for these two women?"

I could see it—his soul was starting to slip away. … The first of November, exactly 11 years since we met. That night, Shawn sat under the dim prison lights as he flipped through my diary. I floated beside him, face crinkling in disgust as I reached out to snatch my diary from him. He reacted instantly, gripping my wrist with one hand and clutching the diary with the other. His sudden movement enraged his cellmate. The burly man grabbed the book and ripped it to shreds. At that moment, something inside me snapped.

Loyalty had been her only code, even when it cost her everything. Even when it cost her Natalie. Her baby girl had been eight when they took her away. Now she was twenty-two, somewhere out there in the world, maybe still angry, maybe not. Meekey had written every year. Birthdays. Christmas. The day she first walked. The day she lost her first tooth. All the moments she missed, she tried to stitch back together with ink on paper. But only one letter had ever come back. "I don’t know who you are anymore. Stop writing."

“Someone’s playing games with us.” Sophia stayed silent for a moment. Then she said quietly, “This wasn’t luck.” Daniel frowned. “Then what was it?” She didn’t answer. Because she didn’t know. And somehow, that unsettled her more than the attack itself. — That evening, the mansion was unusually quiet. Sophia sat alone in her room, scrolling through reports. Everything had stabilized. Too perfectly. Too quickly. As if the crisis hadn’t been solved, but erased. She leaned back in her chair. “…Who did this?” she whispered. No answer came.

He picked that novel immediately despite the yellowish pages of it. The truth is Helios was the one who placed that novel there. He likes that novel that he also loves to re-read it because of it's tragic ending. The novel was focused by a wealthy woman who fell in love with a man who has a family already. It was written in the novel how they both fought for their love for each other that ends up to their own dead. Yes, they died because the man's wife also fought for her rights and Helios can't really see anything wrong with that.

Hi Readers, After nearly a year, Who's the Loser Now is finally complete. I hope you enjoyed reading the original and the sequel as much as I have creating the storylines. Man, this was a long journey. There were so many ways to close this series; but I didn't want to get distracted. So, I decided to end it the series in this manner. I will be taking a short break to celebrate the new year. After which, I will start work on a new novel.