Romans & histoires The Loser

His eyes closed. The monitors beeped. But he still breathed. Barely. And now, the war had a new name. Varyn. Brother. Traitor. Target. I stood slowly, the moonlight catching the stone still clenched in my fist. They thought this would break me. But they had no idea— This was just the beginning.

"He's not doing this for you. He's doing this because losing things is the one experience Cassian Hale has never learned to tolerate." I said nothing. "You feel like change," she said. "You're not. You're just the thing he didn't value until it was gone. There's a difference." A pause. She was waiting for a reaction. I knew she was waiting because I could hear the specific quality of someone holding very still on the other end of a line, listening for the sound of damage being done. I didn't give her one. "Thank you for calling," I said. I hung up.

Samantha's POV Walking back inside the room, I smirked at Thomas, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. There was no way that he was going to be running back to Delia. Oh no! "I think you should know the truth. I don't really love you, I don't even like your sorry arse. Thomas, you really are just a loser. I cannot stand to look at you. You deserved all that you got. I just could not leave here without telling you the truth."

“Is that all?” “Why? What do you suggest?” I shouldn't have asked but I was curious to hear his thoughts. He arched his brow. “The loser gets to do whatever the winner wants without complaining. And with that I mean ‘anything’” My stomach turned. This sounded bad already. What if I lose? Lorenzo was already showing a great amount of self-control right now. What even brought this stupid idea? Probably it was the need to show him who it felt like to have someone controlling your life. Pushing you to the edge until you have nothing to hold onto but to give up.

When she looked up, she saw five faces looking at her as if they were watching a ghost. “What?” she asked them. “Did you expect me to die of an ankle injury?” “Well, you missed everything.” “What did I miss?” “Everything!” “Which is?” “The loser’s obligations to the victor.” “What!” “You missed your share of the duties and brought dishonour to us!” “What the hell are you talking about?” “She doesn’t know about loser’s obligations!” “See. When a house loses two matches out of three, they are declared a loser and they have to perform the loser’s obligations to the victors.”

I feel our tail wag again. "My name's Leonder, but my friends call my Leo" He starts rubbing the sides of our face. There's nothing in his eyes but adoration and contentment as he stares into Honour's dark blue eyes. He glances back over at his jeep, it's still running and the driver side door is wide open towards the road.

he smirked at Damien. "Lucas, you have always been the loser. At home, when we were little, you were a loser, at academics, you were the loser, sports? You were the loser and now business, you are still the loser. Learn to be comfortable with being the loser, maybe that way you would be able to become the winner of losers" Lucas gritted his teeth and grabbed the collars of Damien who did not even move a muscle. "One day, you will grovel on the floor in front of me, regretting that you ever said all of those shitty words!" Lucas let go

took them in the house, straight to the bedroom. As I walked into the bedroom, Crowned immediately asked, “hey, Lara. What's going on?” “Well, I don't want to answer because it's kind of embarrassing,” I said. “Embarrassing,” Orion asked. I sighed out loud. “Well, I just got fired,” I responded. “You got what,” Orion asked. “Fired,” I said through clenched teeth. “You wanna elaborate on that,” Crown asked. “Apparently, it's been a bad week, and I made three mistakes with labeling the test tubes, so that is grounds for immediate termination. I'm not mad about it because it is my fault,” I said. “Wow, working in the hospital is no joke, huh,” Crown said. “No, it's not,” I said. “And I'm no

The day seemed to have gone darker quickly, perhaps because of the heavy down pour which have left everywhere looking deserted and wet, puddles could be seen in the dark compound of the palace though a lantern was placed at each corner of it but that didn't stop the night from showing it's true nature, Joshua gradually walked down to Terry's room with both of his hands placed comfortably behind him, he seemed more worried than usual, both disappointment and fear could be visibly seen written all over his face, he feared that Terry might have lost the confidence he has in him as a friend and equally the trust, the fear that his mother have finally succeeded in turning them against each other

He said he wanted to keep the photos in his wallet so that he could show off his beautiful wife to everyone. I was smiling brightly in the photo. But Alexander's eyes were red as he turned to look at my parents. He gave them a sad, apologetic smile and said, "I've transferred the marital home to you. Nothing I do will ever make up for what Izzy had endured, and I'm sorry for taking your precious daughter away from you. "I have nothing to give you to atone for my mistakes. I can only hope that I'll get to see Izzy again in the afterlife."