The Loser Novels & Stories

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!"

the man shouted proudly before disappearing. The door slammed. Then I burst out laughing. “Okay,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “I already love your father.” John groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Maya, I am so sorry. He can be a lot.” “A lot is an understatement,” I said, still smiling. He passed me a glass of water. I almost choked again from laughing. After a moment, his expression shifted, softer now. “I lost my girlfriend five years ago,” he said. “Hit and run.”

Corinna looked at him for a moment. "You're right," she said. "Patience without discernment is waiting. But action without understanding what you actually have —" she held his gaze "— is how you lose assets you can never recover." The moderator moved on quickly, the way good moderators did when something in a panel suddenly had two layers. The room had felt it. Several people shifted in their seats. Someone in the third row leaned toward the person beside them. Dorian, she knew without looking, was somewhere in that audience.

BROTHEL Roars of excitement tore through the space as a winner finally pulled through in a card game, while the loser’s face twisted with disdain. “You said you could win!” One of the men grabbed the loser by the collar. “Give me back my money!” “Let go of me!” 'Fight,' Jerik thought as he drank from his mug of thick ale. 'Break each other’s bones and give me some fucking show.' But, as usual, life hated him. The loser reluctantly pulled out his money and handed it over to save himself.

Because despite everything… This still hurt. Karen had lied. But she had also been part of his life. And losing people—even the wrong people—was painful. ⸻ As Karen slowly stood, tears slipped down her face. Nobody stopped her. Nobody followed her. Nobody asked her to stay. The realization was devastating. Because for years she believed she had won. Tyler. The house. The family. The life Irina once had. She thought she won. Yet somehow… She was leaving with nothing.

I took her hand instead. “It’s okay, baby,” I said softly. “He’s not the last man you’ll ever meet. He’s just a loser who doesn’t know what he wants.” “But I like him so much.” “I know. You will get over him. Trust me. And you’ll be better.” She nodded, though the pain hadn’t left her eyes. After a moment she glanced at me sideways. “Does Mum know where you told her you were?” “She thinks I was staying with a friend.”

Being naturally competitive, I must take first place in any game. So, when someone on the yacht suggests playing the no-looking-back game, everyone laughs and says I'm sure to win. The rule is that I stay where I am and can't turn around. If I do, I lose. My girlfriend, Selena Hodge, and good friend, Ivan Motley, stand behind me. Meanwhile, my older brother, Mack Carson, is in charge of finding a way to trick me into looking back. Not long after the game starts, Mack suddenly shouts, "Chuck, Selena is holding Ivan's hand!" When Mack sees that I don't even bat an eye, he says with a smile, "You're really not going to look back? Those two are already hugging." I remain unmoving. That is,

“Just admit that you are a loser.” “A loser? I know you expected me to whoop you so badly, but what's the point of doing that when someone else already whooped you?” I asked, pointing toward Lizzie. Naomi burst into laughter and several nearby contestants struggled not to smile. Nia's face darkened. "What are you laughing about? There is nothing funny about losing." "Then maybe stop doing it." Her jaw clenched. For a moment I thought she might explode. “Who said I lost? Results haven't even been announced.”

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