Pessimist Novels & Stories

"That old punk is obsessed with a male heir. He blames you for your brother's death. If he knows that he has....." "Son of a bitch." I immediately regret the words that came out of my mouth. Even if he is about to ruin my life, I thought of his mother and his dark past. But this man has zero compassion. "In deed,I am. So don't mind me acting like one." "You are a complete loser." "Call me one,doc, after I had gone bankrupt. I found a way before that happens." "By ruining my life? If I said no,you will expose Cayden's son?"

He said with wide eyes. “Marissa is going to kill me!” “What? Why?” “Oh, God. Why am I so stupid?” She squeezed her eyes shut, face palmed herself, opened her eyes again, and groaned in frustration. “Hey…” He did not know what he was supposed to do. "You are not understanding." "Make me understand." He rolled his eyes.

"I don’t want to be a part of whatever twisted fantasy you have!" His jaw tightens, and for a moment, there was a glow of something dangerous in his eyes. "This isn’t a fantasy," he said quietly, his tone was low. "This is reality. You need help, and I’m offering it. But don’t mistake my generosity for weakness. I’m not a man who takes no for an answer."

He shook his head. Jacky exchanged looks with Alexander. ""When did you start being a pessimist?"" Alexander raised his brows. Kelvin twisted his lips, ""That does not matter."" ""It does matter. Being a pessimist now will not help you."" Alexander walked up to him. Kelvin held his head in despair. Alexander sat beside him and held his shoulder, ""Everything will be fine."" Kelvin nodded, still holding his head, ""Let us go inside."" He stood up and helped Kelvin get up.

She was good at doing that, and I wouldn't say I liked it for the life of me. Tina was a good woman, but she wasn't good for me. She was terrible for me because I didn't believe in positivity and the bullcrap movement. I wasn't an optimist. I was a realist. It was a very logical one, and it helped me get past my terrible days. Many people have no idea what harm idealism, optimism, and pessimism causes. Why not stay in the middle? Where you're positive because you're sure of it? Where you're negative when you're also sure of it? It was a principle I had used to guide myself through these years. Lord knows I'd have been a madman if all I dwelled on was the bad days. Staying on the bad days tur

I say vaguely. “Ah,” he says, his green eyes understanding. “The worst kind. Mine think I’m a charming failure. Yours?” “Think I’m a disappointing success,” I say before I can stop myself. He laughs, a rich, wonderful sound. “I like that. A disappointing success. There’s a poem in that.”

Your own personal hell. ******************************************

He stroked his chin. "Aha. Misery! " "Yes. Misery is the perfect phrase " " I want to see your darling husband in misery for the rest of his life. I want him to feel the pain of losing everything just like I did! " "Is that explanation enough? " "You lost everything because of your greediness and stupidity. And just like the coward you are, you can't even accept that you're a failure and now, you're looking for the perfect pawn to shift your misfortune to? "

My throat choked with tears, narrating the saddest parts of my existence “My parents died when I was young, I was betrayed by the family whom I thought cared about me and as if that wasn’t enough, my boyfriend of five years dumped me and engaged my best friend . It was bad thing after the other, until I stopped believing that I could ever have something good in this life.” I shrugged my shoulder sadly “Maybe, it was my destiny. I understand that once something has been written about someone, there was nothing to do about it rather than to live with it and I’ve accepted myself. That’s why I’m always pessimistic about life. Can you blame me? “I asked emotionally