The Loser Novels & Stories

“And the loser?” Misha’s smile was controlled, looking so cruel with that scar on his face. “The loser strips. Here. Now. End of game.” A pause. Hunter let out a low, uneasy chuckle. “You’re joking.” “I never joke with money,” Misha replied. “Or dignity.” “Why would you do this?” Brayden asked, eyes narrowing. “Because I’m bored.” Misha tilted his glass, swirling the last sip of whiskey like he was stirring fate itself. “Beside, you’ve already lost your pride. All I’m offering now is the chance to buy it back for a price that isn’t even yours to pay.”

Cayab, who was still reeling from everything I had just revealed. “If you think you can defeat me, Briella, you’re mistaken! I won’t lose to a loser like you!” Matilda spat, her voice dripping with fury. I stared at her without flinching, locking eyes with the woman who once thought she could break me. I’m not backing down. Just wait—I’ll make sure to wipe that smug look off your face. Not today, maybe not tomorrow, but your time will come. And I’ll be there to watch it all fall apart.

Am I that interesting? - I'm a freelancer, that's how I make a living. - But surely there will be someone better than me to photograph. No one is interested in me anymore. - Is not true. Many people are interested in you. I'm your fan. - Sorry? My fan? Why? Because I play lacrosse? - I'm not a fan of sports. I, like you, was rejected by my parents for being gay. Theo frown.

Karmaa had come back for Aslan. “No, you won’t. You will only understand it your way.” She stood up and he stood up with her. She wiped her eyes and said, “I lost everything on this poker table, didn’t I? Now I will win everything back. Mr. Aslan Parker. I bet myself, and if I win, the prize is my freedom.”

He had created the lot using only his code and his wits. "And now I will destroy them all," he laughed to himself. "All but Miaka." He took flight, not careing that he was leaving an earthquake in his wake. He had no care for his creations - good or bad. All he cared about at this moment in time was getting to Miaka. Maing sure she was still on track - following his grand design. He knew he was GOD. He was the god of this world he cared so little about. It was a game to him. All a game. And he would be the winner. The LOSS - Or last one still standing. It was all he cared about and all he ever would care about.

“But you didn't.” “Yes, I did.”No, you didn't.” “Yes, I didn't. Don't you see? I've won. I inflicted every wound you wear on your skin. I gave every drop of poison running through your veins and your ‘mate’ is about to make me his Luna.``Is That what makes you think you've won? You used trick's instead of doing it openly and that is how a loser acts. You are no different from a loser.“And?”

“Do not think I didn’t notice your trembling hands. When I get this deal, it will be a testament to the fact you are and will always be a loser.” June refused to let her sister’s words get to her. With her years of dealing with the nutjob, she realised her sister derived joy from tearing others down. It took her a while to realise but now she knew, she decided never to give her the satisfaction. “We both know you are the loser. The biggest loser in the world if you asked me.” June scoffed, “You can’t even secure a life of your own. You thrive by stealing and taking what isn’t yours because you can’t do anything right.”

I dread the thought of playing with them; losing always angers my dad, and Josh is a giant asshole. We finish another gruelling round of tennis, and by the end, we’ve attracted an audience. I’ve managed to match my dad’s previous score, but amid the spectators, I spot a pair of unmistakably familiar eyes—Cassian is watching me. Dressed in tennis gear and holding a racket, he seems out of place here.

Knoxville's face darkened, his eyes blazing with intensity. He took a deep breath, his fist clenched together, as if restraining himself from lashing out. "I don't believe you can win," he growled. "Once a loser, always a loser. You've always been a loser, and I won't watch you win." Maxwell burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I guess I should have known who I'm dealing with," he said, chuckling. "I forgot you're a stone that can't be broken easily."

I'm not your father," I coldly replied. "Why?" "Your last name is Warner. Mine is Chandler. We were never part of the same family." Serene abruptly snatched the phone from Tina and scolded me in displeasure. "What are you saying? You made Tina cry. Come here and apologize right now!"