The Loser Novels & Stories

But the truth was, I had no sharp retort — not when the man sitting beside her had once been my mate. Three years of union, yet she spoke as though I'd merely been keeping her seat warm. Back then, I never understood why I always felt like an outsider in my own relationship. Now I did. Everything — every word, every look — had always depended on him. Aaron's heart had already chosen a side. And that made me the inevitable loser. As I sat in silence, Lily tilted her head, studying me with feigned concern. "Valerie, you look pale. Are you feeling unwell?"

God knows I want to see his pretty face right now. I catch his piercing gaze and hold it, letting my tired eyes throw every ounce of “look who is the loser now” at him. He has a befuddled look on his face. Losing clearly isn’t something he knows, Ha! well, welcome to reality, sweetheart. That's how it feels to be a loser, it’s horrible. "That was a trick not a test?” Elon shouts kicking earth in rage. “If you wanted someone carried, you should’ve just said! I would have carried three damned fools if I had to.”

I did not reply. With one arm holding my daughter and the other pulling my suitcase, I walked toward her mother's house. No disappointment remained. No compromise either. Only relief. "Goodbye, Gwyneth," I muttered. This was the last time we would ever see each other. From this moment on, we would have nothing to do with each other. Congratulations on losing me. The next day, I boarded a plane. I knew that once I left, I would never return. At the same time…

John:"So did you came up with a good one." Olivia::"No not yet.But...." John:"So tell me who is a loser now ! " Olivia::"But?" John:"Olivia: is a loser." Olivia::"You are so mean first let me complete myself." John:"Ok say ' loser '." Olivia::"Firstly I am not a loser......." John:"Fine to me ' loser '." Olivia::"Secondly stop interrupting or I will kick your ass. " John:"Oh ! I am scared.See these goosebumps."

"Calm down Carlson. Don't get me to start with you. And you Amanda, look at yourself in the mirror then you will realize that you are a loser, a cheep dressing sense girl. Why are you even here? You lose the competition!" Wow! I didn't expect that "seriously, you are still at the competition thing? Do you have your own life or not? Or you just have to be nosy in other's life. And I don't understand why are you so much persistent about me losing and calling me a loser. You won. Ok be happy for yourself Why every time trying to make shout that- you are a winner and I'm a loser. the whole school knows it then why?

But now that she mentioned the name Kirby again, he wanted to know who he was. "Is Kirby someone special to you?" Brieanna met his gaze. That was for a moment and she stare back front. Guess she didn't want him to see her lonely eyes when she talks about the guy. "Kirby is my best friend. We met in a family reunion. He was not family, more of a distant cousin's friend. I don't know how but me and him got closed together and we would talk all the time about just our loneliness." She stopped to inhale and then sighed heavily. "But he is a damn loser! He suddenly disappeared without saying his goodbye to me. He just suddenly left me. Then I felt betrayed by the only person I trusted, the only p

She didn’t think he was a loser when she was practically dragging him away to go have sex with her. With my hand on the edge of the door, I grab the door frame with my other hand and huff, “Well, look who is calling who a loser! I believe it is because of you he has lost everything. I would love to see your pack do the same thing to you, since you also were having sex with someone besides your mate.”

Lieve heard him uttering to her. “I couldn't hurt her, let alone taking her life,” His words made her dig her nails more harshly against her own palm. “If you know you have already become a loser then destroy the winner, Zace,” Lieve's words made him snap his eyes in her direction, where he found her rigid gaze already on him. “It's not always about the winner or a loser, sometimes, it's just about….. ruining the game to tackle your loss,” she said to him, peering right into his intoxicated, reddened eyes.

"Let’s give them a gala they’ll never forget." As she walked through the grand halls of the Connors mansion, the shadows seemed to dance around her, a silent army of secrets and lies. The "loser" was no longer a victim; he was the master of the game. And the Connors were about to find out exactly what happens when you try to fight a king with a ghost.

He lost all of his endorsements, and his fanbase literally disappeared overnight. I was friends with some of his fans. In the past, we used to work hard and advocate for Mitchell's success. They knew how much effort I'd put in to bring Mitchell to where he was. One of these fans sent me a text message that read, "I feel honored to have walked a similar path as you. We'll be going our separate ways on our new paths now. I wish you all the best for your future." She then released even more dirt on Mitchell, sending him straight to the depths of hell and giving him no chance to redeem himself.