The Loser Novels & Stories

“Still talking about not losing your cool!” But before Luna’s words even finished, Judy spoke up just as expected, “People who can’t handle losing wouldn’t call it a competition after being completely defeated, saying it was just for fun to save face, would they?” “I, Judy Fallon, am the one who can accept losing. I lost to Claire and didn’t think it was just for fun. This is a real competition!” Luna: “...” Her face was slapped hard! “Fine, we lost!” Saying that, Luna felt her face flush. After all, she was the one who lost the worst in this match. She, a top socialite, was crushed by a kid and even lost to Claire.

I responded when I couldn't take it anymore. "Well, very well said, Ms. Winner, but I think you are losing this game." He said with total confidence. "I am not playing any of your stupid games, Prize, so you better shut up since you are new. I never lose. Can you spell my family name? It is W-I-N-N-E-R. I am a winner Prize. And if you think about my name, it is Victory, so you are only a prize for my win." I said, and I hated him more when I heard his laughter reverberate the entire room.

The man narrowed his eyes dangerously in the room, and his gaze landed on Luis. “Ha! I wondered who it was. So it’s you, loser. “Didn’t I tell you not to come here if you value your life? “Did you not take me seriously?” Luis had been called a loser twice within 24 hours. First was Kaze, and now, it was this man. Luis’ face fell. However, he glanced at Kaze and smiled peculiarly. “You’re the loser, Joel! What makes you think Drake Gym is yours?

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"

During my senior year of high school, my grades are completely erratic. I can ace three subjects while completely bombing the other three, leaving me dead last in my class. My homeroom teacher, Janet Bennett, throws me and my backpack out of the classroom. A classmate waves my report card around as the rest of the class laughs. "You're a total loser. You even failed your language test. Even a factory wouldn't hire you." The next day, my homeroom teacher throws out the student ranking second to last, Ethan Hoppe, as well. "One bad apple spoils the whole bunch. And somehow, our class has two of them. You think the college entrance exam is only going to test what you're good at? You two ca

I quelled my rage and asked politely, "Did you just say you're from Centuria's Keaton family?" "Another one? Is this your backup, Aubrey Keller?" The girl sneered. "Yes, I'm the heiress to the Keaton family from Centuria. The name's Ophelia Keaton! Why? Do you have something to say about it? "Oh, I know. You two are trying to get in my good books. Well, you're too late! No other families in Centuria by the name of Keaton are fit to be part of the social upperclass besides us, losers!"

I stared at the man in the wheelchair for a tense moment before a defiant smile crept onto my face. Fine! He wants me to play? I’ll play! “Alright,let’s play!”I announced. My voice was loud and firm and they all stopped laughing. “The loser drinks?That’s fucking lame.Let’s do something more exciting.How about the loser removed a piece of clothing with every lost?We keep going until…well…we’re left with nothing else to remove.Stark naked!” The suggestion stunned the crowd, yet they buzzed with anticipation.

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CHAPTER 50 LOU “Okay. Here’s the result” Everyone became silent again as Kath started speaking. “The losers are...” it feels like there is a drum roll effect that is now playing in our ears. I looked at my friends and they looked nervous as well. Hmm, I think this isn’t scripted because they will not feel the same as much as I do if this is a prank. “The losers are Lester, Eloisa, and Jane” and we sighed as we heard the losers. We also laughed because of the reaction of the three. Hoogh! I feel relieved.

he said very slowly, as if afraid she would not hear clearly or react in time. Summer stared blankly at him. "Isn't that right?" Summer nodded. "Yes." The garage fell silent, so silent that she could hear her own heartbeat pounding! "So, Summer, even if you don't want to win, you will lose. If you want to back out, I won't stop. The loser must be willing to accept defeat and fulfill the bet," Joe said. Summer blinked. At this moment, her brain was not functioning at all. She just looked at Joe. Actually, he was really handsome.