The Loser Novels & Stories

I said, falling to the ground in front of the sad and even pitiful eyes of all those present, and I knew that I had reached the bottom and that it was impossible to fall any further. That day, I, Christian Goldman, died in life, leaving only an empty shell, without a spark and without a shred of hope, because even that was already lost. The good thing about being a loser is that you have nothing left to lose. Isaiah Mustafa - Mike Hanlon.

She screamed. “You are not, not anymore.” He spoke as he bit her neck to the extent that she felt as if he will snatch out her flesh. “Please, let me go.” “That husband of yours lost you on a bet. I am the winner, and you belong to me. Just me.” She knew what Aslan was saying was right. John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table.

She helped me sat up on the bed. “I lost Fenrer,” I told her, almost in the verge of tears. “Who’s Fenrer?” she asked, confused. “He’s my wolf.” “May he rest in peace,” she replied but I could still sense the sarcastic tone of her voice. “He’s not dead, he’s just gone.” “Oh, my apologies,” she said but I didn’t think she actually mean it. “Are you okay now? You need some medicine?” “I’m fine,” I told her. I tried to get up, but the wounds in my back still hurt. It seemed like the pain levelled up after Fernrer was gone.

the two girls stared at Joshua angrily, their eyes on the verge of spitting fire. “That won’t do. You have to pay it back,” Joshua narrowed his eyes at them. “I won’t! What can you do? You loser , do you think you can act all high and mighty just because you’ve won a little money? You really think you’re rich now? Think again? You still have a long way to go!” “Exactly! You can’t do anything if I choose not to return the money!” the two girls sneered.

Ace began walking behind him that irritated Edwin. “Came here to talk about the losing competition?” Ace asked. Although he wanted to sound normal, his stupid self wouldn’t leave his stupidity. “We'll see Ace. It’s definitely not us, who are going to lose.” Edwin gritted. “Oh yeah, live in your imaginary world.” Ace chuckled. Edwin stopped walking, and he looked at Ace, gritting his teeth. He shouted “Everyone knows who is the loser, Ace. I guess you haven’t forgotten the previous competition.”

"You got it son but how about you get off your ass and go get her back if you truly want her like you claim because I for once didn't raise a loser and you are starting to act like one. A bitchy loser at that" "I'm not a loser" He leaned over the table. His eye narrowing into slit at me, "Then prove it"

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

Very worrying. The last time I’d seen Princess Laney, she’d given me a sound beating under the guise of sword training. We had made plans for more beatings, I mean, lessons, but I ducked out of Fengarad before she could teach me the many different ways to lie on the ground, crying. Hopefully, she wasn’t mad I’d stood her up. Maybe she didn’t even remember. “He’s part of a group called The Losers. He’s the head Loser.”

"I advise you to let go, cause I don't think you would want to die over a woman that you can't have. You're just like your dad, you both don't know how to take 'no' for an answer. He still can't accept the fact that Dionne rejected him for Nate. "He still thinks, 'wasn't I good enough for her?' But the thing is you really weren't good enough. And do you know what you would always be? A loser, that's what you are. What's worse is being a loser who doesn't know when to stop…" He trailed off, taunting Tyler. Tyler's face went crimson with anger as he pointed at Blake angrily, "How dare you? You foul-mouthed pauper!" "At least I'm not a LOSER?" He smirked, stressing the word “loser”.

The overall loser ended up being Amanda. "Sadly, this activity of gaming has come to an end and unlike we expected, our dearest Mark finally redeemed himself, leaving his title of a sore loser to our very own, Amanda West" Alan announced and Amanda scoffed, annoyed at the turn of events "And we just can't let a loser go free, so Miss West you will have to drink 2 shots of vodka in 30 seconds," he said and stepped aside to reveal 2 shots of vodka on the table; which wasn't there previously.