Winner X Loser Novels & Stories

Ace began walking behind him that irritated Edwin. “Came here to talk about the losing competition?” Ace asked. Although he wanted to sound normal, his stupid self wouldn’t leave his stupidity. “We'll see Ace. It’s definitely not us, who are going to lose.” Edwin gritted. “Oh yeah, live in your imaginary world.” Ace chuckled. Edwin stopped walking, and he looked at Ace, gritting his teeth. He shouted “Everyone knows who is the loser, Ace. I guess you haven’t forgotten the previous competition.”

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.

The curse wins. Bane wins. I lose everything. Again.

"I bet you ten grand your best friend's having an affair with the other's dad." Harper swats his arm, laughing. "You're freaking insane." "Prove me wrong, then." His eyes glint, and she recognizes the look — the one that means he's about to make something ordinary feel dangerous. "Let's make it interesting. Loser has to admit they were wrong, and profess their love in the most embarrassing way to the other. And whoever wins," his voice drops, "gets to do absolutely anything they want with the loser." Harper's face goes warm, her pulse ticking up as his hands trail up her thighs, sending a pulse through her core.

Ben retorted. "Being nominated is nothing to boast about," Wesley replied. "You were only nominated too," Ben argued. "Am I the same as you guys?" "How are you different?" "I..." Wesley almost let slip the words "I'm sure I'll win." Ben saw through him and exclaimed, "Ah! You narcissist, do you really think you'll win?" Wesley glared, "I'm better than you three idiots!" Ben was incensed, "Since you're so confident, let's make a bet. Whoever wins keeps the clothes on, the loser strip and walk out!"

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.

I let out a cold laugh and hailed a cab. Instead of going to the company, I headed straight for the lottery center. "Hello. I'm the winner of the 800-thousand-dollar prize from this morning. I'd like to have a notarized certification of my winnings, please." In my previous life, I had been so anxious to pay for my daughter's surgery that I never got around to having the prize money notarized. By the time I was framed and tried to come back for it, a staff member at the lottery center had already been bribed by Russell and Kristen.

Read the article one more time, faster this time, looking at it the way you looked at something once the initial shock had cleared and you could actually see it. The details that were real were taken out of context. The framing was designed to imply rather than state, which meant it was cowardly but also largely untouchable. The Kendrick implication was the most damaging part — specific enough to carry weight, vague enough to deny. “I want to write something,” I said. He looked at me.

said Claire again. "Then, what punishment will the loser get?" asked Leon innocently. "The loser ..." Claire was deep in thought. "What? What?" Leon asked impatiently. “The losers have to run and the winners have to catch up. If you can, the winner may hit the hand of the other player," replied Claire. She doesn't know if the plan will work. However, Leon nodded his head excitedly. "Alright, are you ready?" asked Claire. "Ready! You will lose!” exclaimed Leon excitedly.

He held his head in agony, a sound like a trapped beast wailing in his throat. He finally understood. He had completely lost his treasure.