The Loser Novels & Stories

David looked at the crazed woman before him. "Deborah, it's been so many years. Have you ever felt joy? What have you gotten from all this plotting? In the end, it's a lose-lose situation." "You're wrong. I was disfigured, disowned, and driven out of my family. I lost everything. Why should Shana have everything?" "She was just a country bumpkin. How could she take my place? I might've lost, but you don't get to celebrate my defeat. A lose-lose situation is a win in my books!"

"Shut your mouth, I don't need to put any theory to the test, I already know that I will win, and you are a sole loser so why bother?" I frowned in a manner that made her realize that I hated when someone implied that I was a loser, I am not a loser. How can I be a loser when I am the one that he wants yet I keep pushing her away. "Loser? You think I am a loser, now I am determined to prove to you that I am not a loser at all, and when it comes to Jeff, you are no match for me"

Eduardo said calmly, but through his voice, Dean could tell that he was ready to kill. Dean nodded and he continued, "Listen carefully... We're going to attack Mr. Black again." "But boss, Mr. Black has stopped his evil deeds against Cindy... Why are we attacking him again?" Dean asked curiously. "Yes, he stopped his evil plans against her, but yet he's holding what belongs to her." He creased his eyebrows and continued, "Someone told me that Mega Link Limited doesn't belong to him... It belongs to Cindy." "Are you serious? Boss?... I wouldn't have believed it, If not that you're the one saying it... Cindy has never said something like this..." Dean uttered surprisingly.

was a brief, beautiful illusion, a moment of calm before the storm that would decide the fate of the three cities. The "Loser Heir" was coming home to Townsville. And the world was waiting to see if she would truly become the queen she was born to be.

But I never backed away from one, "and if I win, you have to declare on national TV how you belittled me tonight. You have to talk about how much you wanted to make me look like a loser. You have to call yourself a pathetic loser. So everyone knows, just what sort of sorry excuse you are for a man."

"Winning at the cost of yourself means you don't exist anymore anyway. You've just built a trophy where your heart used to be." "Then you've never wanted anything badly enough." "Or I've wanted something badly enough to know that losing it would destroy me." He stepped away from the podium. Walked toward her, Slowly. "You think winning the scholarship will fix you, Mira. It won't. You'll just be a winner who's still alone." Mira's hands gripped the podium edges. "And you think losing yourself in someone else is better?" "I think losing yourself for someone else is different." He stopped in front of her. Close... too close. "I think there's a version of winning that includes someone standing

She paused, then added reluctantly, “The one who reached out and specifically requested your help is Mr. Tanner.” Ava nodded. “And his opponent?” Rebecca closed her eyes briefly, as if bracing herself. “His rival is…” She opened her eyes and finished in a defeated tone, “Your ex-husband. Ethan Woods.” For the first time since the conversation began, Ava’s fingers stopped moving. Her breath hitched, just slightly. Then she laughed. It was soft, restrained, and utterly devoid of warmth. “So that’s how it is,” Ava murmured. “No wonder you look like you’re attending a funeral.”

“She’s desperate, can’t you see? She’s paired up with the Discarded Heir. It’s perfect, isn't it? The loser who couldn't keep her husband and the son who couldn't keep his father’s money. They’re both scraps.” A cruel ripple of laughter broke out. The "vultures" had found their meat. “She can’t even keep Tristan even with a pretty face,” Sarah mocked, emboldened by Tina’s outburst. “I guess some things can’t be fixed with a surgeon’s knife, right Marissa?” “The Loser and the Discarded Heir,” Marcus chuckled, raising his glass mockingly. “A match made in the bargain bin. Welcome back to the real world, you two. Hope you enjoyed y

They want to be part of the winning team. “So, it's settled, right?” My number one cheerleader, Adrian, had to take the last, loud step. He strutted forward, hands clapping like we’d won the lottery. “You can now lick your wounds for all we care. Bye-bye, loser.” He said obviously referring to Yvonne, the cruel pride dripping from each word. The crowd loved it. They loved the spectacle of a fall.

Billie Eilish, SZA, Olivia Rodrigo, all the artists who understood what it felt like to love someone who didn’t love you back the same way. “I love you, I’m sorry” played softly through my speakers. I pulled up the hidden folder on my phone. The one I should have deleted years ago. Us in his old Astoria apartment kitchen, making faces at the camera. Him shirtless, me in his t-shirt, both laughing at something I couldn’t remember anymore. Him sleeping, peaceful, one arm stretched toward where I’d been lying next to him. Me on his lap on the couch, his arms around my waist, chin on my shoulder, both of us watching something on TV.