Sore Losers Meaning Novels & Stories

Pada hari ulang tahunku, Alex yang memberi bocoran di media sosial bahwa malam nanti akan memberiku kejutan …. Malah lebih dulu membuatku melihat foto dirinya yang dikirimkan ke media sosial oleh asistennya. Di dalam foto, dia tampak sedang menunggangi kuda bersama asisten wanitanya sore itu. Di foto itu, kerah baju Alex terbuka dan memperlihatkan bekas kemerahan di dada berototnya. [Pengalaman pertama dalam hidup, terima kasih padanya ….] Kolom komentarnya langsung ramai orang-orang yang ikut menggoda: [Iri sekali bisa menyentuh otot dada sebagus itu ….] [Posisi begini memang sulit dikendalikan ….] Bahkan Alex sengaja memberi like pada komentar itu. Hatiku menjadi dingin sepenuhnya. Aku selalu mengira dia hanya bersikap lebih bebas saat bersamaku, tetapi ternyata … dia bisa begitu dengan siapa pun. Aku sendiri yang memandikan kudanya dan menghapus semua jejak yang tersisa. Lalu mengalihkan kepemilikan arena berkuda itu kepadanya. “Kuda-kuda yang tersisa ini boleh kamu berikan pada siapa pun. Pilih saja sesukamu.” Melihat ekspresi wajahnya yang begitu gembira, akhirnya aku menyetujui perjodohan keluarga.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

During a long holiday, my husband booked flights for a family vacation. On the way to the airport, I suddenly saw numbers appearing on everyone’s head. The numbers on my husband’s head indicated sixty years, but my parents and I had only six hours indicated on our heads. While I was puzzled over the meaning of those numbers, I noticed that the driver next to us only had six seconds indicated over his head through the car window. Five… Four… Three… Two… One. When the number turned zero, a massive truck immediately rammed into the car next to us. I saw flickers of fire, flesh and blood exploding before my eyes. People were screaming for help, but I could not hear anything. I trembled as cold sweat drenched my entire body. It was because my flight would be taking off in six hours.

They call him useless. A man who eats his wife’s food, endures endless insults from his in-laws, and lives as a shadow in his own home. For three years, he has been the city’s biggest joke—the despised son-in-law who never fights back. But when fate stirs and long-buried secrets resurface, the man they mocked as worthless begins to show a different face. Behind his silence lies unimaginable power, wealth, and influence. Enemies who once toyed with him will kneel. Allies who doubted him will beg for his favor. And a wife who never believed in him will discover the true meaning of pride and love. This is the journey of a fallen man rising to his rightful place, where betrayal is punished, loyalty rewarded, and respect earned through fire and blood. The city thought he was trash. Soon, they will call him king.

Dua belas tahun dibuang. Dua tahun dipenjara… untuk kesalahan yang tidak pernah ia lakukan. Liora kembali—bukan sebagai anak yang dirindukan, melainkan sebagai pengganti. Pengganti kakak yang mereka cintai. Pengganti kesalahan yang bukan miliknya. Pengganti… dalam sebuah pernikahan yang bahkan tidak pernah ia pilih. Ketika kebebasan akhirnya datang, Liora tidak pulang dengan harapan. Ia pulang dengan sesuatu yang jauh lebih berbahaya—ketenangan yang dingin, dan keberanian untuk tidak lagi peduli. Namun takdir mempermainkannya. Pria yang akan menjadi tunangannya—Xavier Dominic—bukan sekadar pengusaha terkaya di kota. Ia adalah nama yang dibisikkan dengan ketakutan. Kejam. Dominan. Tak tersentuh. Dan tanpa ia sadari… Liora sudah pernah bertemu dengannya. Di sebuah sore yang sunyi— dengan darah di jalanan, dan suara tembakan yang masih menggema. Seharusnya itu hanya kebetulan. Namun tatapan pria itu… tidak pernah melupakan. Kini, dalam ikatan yang dipaksakan, dua orang yang sama-sama berbahaya dipertemukan. Satu kehilangan segalanya. Satu terbiasa mengendalikan segalanya. Dan di antara mereka— tidak ada yang benar-benar menjadi korban. Hanya ada permainan. Kekuasaan. Luka. Dan perasaan yang perlahan berubah menjadi sesuatu yang… tidak bisa dihentikan.

Sophia. Meaning: wisdom. Sophia Syde, a young, nineteen-year-old who grew up in the shadow of her elder siblings now has to step into the world that provides her an experience out of her comfort zone. With initial hesitation and doubts, Sophia finds her new life fascinating to the point where she takes extreme measures to contain the position in the company. The company that is run by her older brother that is too sensitive about her wellbeing. Sophia has to take decisions, ones that shifts her life to an undiscovered territory of not only living but also personality. A personality she moulds herself into for adaptation in her newfound, chosen life. A life where she has to hurt someone, and trust other. Where she gets hurt by a foe but also adored by a lover. A life where family matters, but they're also the one to hurt her. Welcome to Sophia's happening life.

Zoya Ironwood was nothing significant. Just a star fighter at Shadow Rings. She didn't have to be significant to survive. Zoya hid her identity as an omega for years. She was mated to Alpha Xander. Everything was fine. Until her whole world collided with Ragnar Throne, the cold immortal Lycan, or in simpler terms, pure evil and destruction. In one day, everything she struggles to build comes crashing down. She is left rejected and alone. She is forced to do his bidding and endure his manipulate ways if she wants to survive. It's almost bearable... But doesn't he know the meaning of personal space? Zoya can't imagine why he is coming close to her. But if she wants her freedom, then she must study her enemy very closely. Playing a dangerous game of love is the only way to end him. But whoever falls first looses.

Setelah ayahku bangkrut, aku memutuskan Rayden, pria paling tampan di sekolah kedokteran yang sudah kubiayai selama tiga tahun, dengan alasan bahwa aku sudah bosan padanya. Malam itu, dia berlutut di tengah hujan deras. Matanya merah saat memohon padaku selama delapan jam penuh. Sementara itu, aku baru mengetahui bahwa aku sudah hamil empat bulan. Lima tahun kemudian, si pria miskin itu berubah menjadi miliarder. Di saat dia masuk ke dalam daftar orang terkaya, seorang wartawan bertanya padanya, "Pak Rayden, Anda hanya butuh lima tahun untuk bangkit dari mahasiswa miskin menjadi miliarder. Apa rahasianya?" Pria itu tersenyum sinis dan tatapannya penuh ejeken. "Cari pacar yang mata duitan, lalu diputuskan dengan kejam olehnya." Kerumunan langsung gempar. Sore itu juga, berita tentang miliarder yang dikhianati pacarnya langsung naik ke trending seluruh kota. Sementara itu, aku baru saja menyelesaikan pekerjaan kedelapan hari ini. Namun, aku mati mendadak karena kelelahan di jalan saat menjemput anakku pulang. Saat terbangun lagi, aku sudah melayang di udara. Di tengah keputusasaan, aku tiba-tiba menyadari. Rayden, yang pernah bersumpah akan membuatku menyesal seumur hidup, telah menemukan taman kanak-kanak tempat anakku bersekolah.

I fell asleep in my fated mate Alpha Zane’s office. When I woke up, a magical seal was branded on my face. “Blackmoon Pack’s Slut.” And there was Dahlia, Zane’s new omega assistant. She held an Alpha’s seal, a taunting smirk on her face. “Why is a porcelain doll like you meddling in pack business?” she sneered. “You should just stay in your castle and be the pretty little trophy you are.” My wolf snarled, ready to crush her with my aura. But just as a vase flew at her head, Zane was suddenly there. He shielded her with his own body, his own Alpha power flaring to meet mine. He scowled at me, his voice tight with fury. “Dahlia was just playing a prank. Don’t be so dramatic.” But my eyes locked on the exposed skin of Dahlia's neck, where she was nestled in his arms. There it was. A fresh bite mark. And it reeked of him. Dahlia let out a contented purr, her voice dripping with sickly sweetness. “My Alpha knows I never attended the academy, and I was getting so bored. So to entertain me, he let me play with his Alpha’s sigil to practice creating magical marks.” She giggled. “I was just playing a little game with the princess. You’re not going to be a sore loser, are you?”

Everyone has gathered around to play games together. The current game requires all players to transfer red wine to each other via our mouths. Before my fiance, Teodoro Lamperti, is able to transfer the wine to me, his female best friend, Cristina Ghedini, shoves me away before kissing him on the mouth right away. "What are you doing? Today is Serafina's big day, you know!" Teodoro might be complaining on the outside, yet he's patting Cristina gently on the back. The atmosphere in the villa becomes eerily silent. Everyone stares at me as I sit on the floor in a wretched manner. Cristina merely smiles nonchalantly. Then, she leans against Teodoro's shoulder. "Don't be so petty, Serafina. Teodor and I are as thick as thieves since we were kids. We're used to sharing everything together." Teodoro begins advising me as well. "It's just a game, Serafina. You've always been gracious, haven't you? Don't act like a sore loser." Everyone thinks that I'll explode into rage and flip the table of food over, like I had done in the past. But this time, I just draw to my feet and take off the engagement ring. Then, I slide it onto Cristina's finger. "This ring is yours now. Congratulations on your marriage. Remember to invite me to your wedding."