Apa Itu Pathetic Novels & Stories

Because yes, that’s exactly what I’d been going to say. “Kneel.” I dropped to my knees on the hard floor, the impact sending pain shooting through my kneecaps. I looked up at him, tears still streaming down my face, waiting for whatever he would do to me. “You’re pathetic,” he said, but there was something in his voice—not quite satisfaction, but close. Like my desperation pleased him. Like my brokenness was exactly what he wanted. “Crying and begging like a desperate whore. Is this what you’ve become?”

“Maybe if you focused on something other than me and our relationship, you wouldn’t feel so empty all the time. You have no life outside of me, Lila. No hobbies, no friends you see anymore. You just sit here and wait for me to come home, and then you pick apart every second of my day. It’s pathetic, honestly. It makes you look so weak.” The word pathetic landed like a punch to the gut. I felt my knees go weak, but I forced myself to stand tall, even as my heart shattered into smaller pieces. “Pathetic? Because I chose to build my life around you? Because I believed you when you said you wanted to build a future with me? You told me to quit my job because you said you could provide, that you

“Chai! Girl, you're pathetic you know.” Her perpetual laughter makes it a bit difficult for her to stand straight, so she grips the door frame for support, her other hand on her belly. “Like, you've been chasing this guy for like five years now and all you've been able to achieve is bestie stage. Even your bestie stage isn't even steady.” Her laughter continues; it rings in my ear with intense mockery that makes me realize that I truly am pathetic. I spent my whole day in school, tiring myself out by worrying about him. Even though my feet are sore, the next thing I decide to do is come over to his place. It's not the first time I realize how pathetic I am, but I guess I never learn.

“ What is your dream?” “ I dream to become a good teacher and make my parents and grandmother proud of me. To give them a comfortable life. But......” Danielle paused and tears fell down from her eyes. She remembered her parents and grandmother again. Her heart felt pain and sorrow just by remembering them. It's her weakness. Anthony felt that Danielle was crying at his back. He wanted to turn to face her and comfort her but he just clenched his fist. Why do I soften when this girl cries? What's happening to me? My heart felt broken to hear her sobbing at my back. He thought.

" How dare you! You insolent little wretch! You think you can spurn my love and get away with it? You think you can reject me and choose that pathetic excuse for a man over me? You said I will found that pathetic mate who leave you? you think I'm fool enough ? " " He’s not pathetic! He’s brave and kind and noble! He’s everything you’re not! I loved him he was my full time mate and you are just a pathetic like a nothing I'm saying to you. You never going to change yourself for anyone insist Valentina also don't deserve you. Nobody deserve a mate like you. " " You think I care about her? you think I'm interested in her. " " Yes I'm sure that's why you are signed a contract with me. Actually yo

She was probably with a cute guy ogling at his baby blue eyes. I growled. Pathetic! Anything involving feelings was now pathetic. Those who had feelings were now pathetic. The whole world as far as I know was; pathetic. In a way, I was pathetic too since I missed Jack and all the stupid lovey-dovey pathetic memories we shared. I got up from the chair and stretched as far as my tired joints would let me. It was dark outside already and dressed like a sleepy bum would be the appropriate way to go to the store just across the street. My red hair was a tangled mess that completed the look.

The words hung in the air between us. “What?” “Isabelle.” Her name came out broken. “Why can’t you be like her? Why can’t you laugh like her, talk like her, make me feel like…” He stopped, shook his head. “Violet looks like her. Sounds like her. When I close my eyes, I can almost…” “You’re pathetic,” I said quietly. His head snapped up. “What did you say?” “You’re pathetic. A pathetic man clinging to a dead woman’s ghost through her sister. Using me to secure your inheritance while you chase shadows.”

I couldn't breathe as I sat there imagining her smile just like my moms, wide with crooked teeth, and her eyes a light hazel. "God, you're so pathetic. Did you really believe I was apologizing? Proves I have you wrapped around my finger. I can't believe you fell for that, you're worthless. Now that was what I call funny", tears slipped down my cheek as I knew it was too good to be real, but I just thought if I believed it would be real.

*sob* " Why such cruelty to me God? Why? " *sob* " When there is advanced science and technology then why did it fail to cure him and then such stupid cure came into his life? Why? " *sob* " Everything is pathetic! I'll go insane! " *sob* " Neither I can see him heartbroken nor I can see him with another woman! What to do? "

“He’s just a cripple. Why would I ever be interested in him? I only went to his house to see how pathetic he really was.” Liesa’s expression darkened, her brow furrowing. “Miss Swanson,” she said, her tone sharp. Nina scoffed. “He is pathetic. He can’t even walk anymore. He used to be so proud, but now he’s nothing more than a useless man, too ashamed to leave his house. I can’t believe he even showed up to Mr. Grayson’s birthday party. Doesn’t he worry about triggering some kind of PTSD with all those people around?”