Never Lose Novels & Stories

"CHEERS!" Life is a journey of losses and gains. It's not so much about how much we lose, but how much we are willing to fight for what we have left and how much we are willing to give to get the gains.

He won’t lose her because of a stupid bet. He looked at the name of the other party in the contract and changed into his best clothes. He had to get her back. No matter how powerful the man was.

“You see, love? Swift. Absolute. You won't have to live in fear anymore. I am here for you. I'm not leaving your side.” I nn

I whispered, voice trembling as tears blurred my vision, each word soaked in the ache of everything I’d lost—and still hoped to fix. His warning cut through me like ice. “You know I don’t give second chances. If I see red flags, I’m out.” Each word wasn’t just a warning—it was a verdict hanging over me, slicing deeper than any wound. I swallowed hard, the weight of those words crushing my chest. I have to make him want to stay. I can’t lose him. Not after all this—never. Then, like a fragile thread holding me from breaking, his voice softened, trembling with something raw. “Don’t make me regret this.” It was almost breaking, and I could hear it—the vulnerability buried under his anger.

His gaze was gentle as he said, "You're not well. Don't go out if you don't have to. Just stay home and rest." Before leaving, he reminded me, "By the way, our lab just developed a new multivitamin. It works wonders for the immune system. I'll bring some tomorrow. Take it regularly, okay?" I looked at the rare trace of guilt on his face. A wave of bitterness surged within my chest, but I still answered with a quiet determination, "Okay." … Fabian didn't return that night. I wandered aimlessly around the house, running my hands over every piece of furniture and every wall. This place held the best seven years of our lives together.

Are you seriously getting jealous over this? "Let me make this clear one last time—nothing is going on between me and Sasha. You can either take my word for it or continue doubting me. It's up to you!"

"This is why you should leave before you get hurt. Stop playing." "Jess, don't say it. You're already thinking I'll lose, it will break my spirit." Mason's voice got low. How could she assume he was playing?

I'll come and get you. I miss her... I miss you my love..wait for me. I failed to protect you again. I'm a loser. For the first time in my life I was lost. I don't know what to do? Where to start? My heart was not stable. I'm desperate to see her. Let me see you for one time. I promise I'll make everything right. Where are you? My love!!!! ***** If you lose hope you will forget to live. Even if you have 0.001 percent of chance, don't lose hope.

And because of that— it doesn’t feel like something they could lose by accident. It feels like something they would have to actively let go. And none of them— not one— is doing that anymore.

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.