What Awards Did 'Lose Yourself' Win?

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.

Derek has led a hard life. He was always looked down upon, bullied, made to look weak. To make matters worse, he was kicked out of the family house after being falsely accused of doing something wrong. Just when he all thought this was the end, an unexpected twist turned his life around. ------------------ Sequel, Who's the loser 2: The Don of Townsville, continues this unique novel. As the heir to his empire, Derek now has an unlikely right-hand man, his cousin Charles Smith, working in the shadows as the Don of Townsville. A new threat looms to take down Derek, Charles and their families and friends. Can they work together to take down this threat?

Sophia struggles to cater for her sick mother and her little brother after her dad abandoned them at the age of 17. Sick and frustrated with bills and not being able to enjoy her youth, she decides to get drunk and enjoy just one night without worrying about her debts, she ends up in bed with a handsome stranger, runs away and tries to forget about the night that felt special to her . Unknowingly to her the handsome stranger gets what he always wants in this case ,her . She experiences series of events that complicates her everyday lifestyle all these for her to be owned by him but she believes nothing comes free in this world and the temporary nature of love, she seems suspicious of him in his pursuit of her but ends up being pregnant for him . Now she's stuck between forfeiting her independence for the sake of the child or forfeiting the child. Can Sophia trust him? Which is worth it? Find out more in the book…

They were never supposed to be real. Mira Chen has one rule: never lose. Not at debate. Not at life. So when she catches her boyfriend cheating with her best friend, she doesn't cry, instead she plans. The perfect revenge? Fake-date Sebastian Kessler, her arrogant, chaotic academic rival, and make Ethan watch. Seb has his own reasons. He needs the Covington Scholarship, the same one Mira is fighting for. And if pretending to love his worst enemy gets him closer to victory? He'll play the part. Even if she looks at him like he's a mistake she keeps wanting to make. Their contract is simple: public appearances, no feelings, end it when the scholarship is decided. But late-night debates turn into confessions. Accidental touches linger. Arguments become foreplay. And when the scholarship committee announces that only one of them can win and the loser must leave the debate team forever, Mira and Seb realize the truth. They were never acting. Now they must choose: destroy each other for a prize… or risk everything for a love that was never part of the plan.

After years of investment from my company, my boyfriend finally broke into show business. At last, he won an Oscar. True to his promise, he married me. Then, during a backstage interview, he said, "It was transactional. I had to marry her in exchange for the funding." His braindead fans came after me soon afterward. They stalked me and, one day, poured sulfuric acid over my face. The attack left me disfigured. He sent me to the hospital, but that was just another part of his scheme. Before long, the world believed I had died from complications. When I returned to life, I decided to invest in someone else. After all, he was the only person who had mourned my death and given me a proper burial.