Apa Itu Pathetic Novels & Stories

There was something deeply wrong in that expression… not just cruelty, but a kind of childlike delight in suffering. "You're persistent, ain't you, little rat?" he laughed, turning around fully, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched me struggle to even lift my chin off the floor. The casual stance suggested he had all the time in the world. "I'll give you that. Most humans would have gone unconscious from the shock five minutes ago. Your beast blood is keeping your heart beating just long enough to make this painful. It's truly pathetic." The word "pathetic" echoed in my mind, joining all the other voices that had ever told me I wasn't enough. The pack members who whispered behind m

Grace “ Pathetic…isn’t it? ” Tristin drawls, his hand caressing my thigh as he continues to move on that easy rhythm, slowly bringing pleasure instead of rushing it. “ Pathetic because you don’t want to hurt me? ” My hand reaches for his face, fingers brushing his cheek. “ Pathetic because…you can say and do things to hurt me but I can’t do the same. ” He grunts, his eyes growing half-lidded with pleasure.

Then what? Then he’d probably laugh and call me stupid. “Hey,” Aaron was beside me before I knew it. “Don’t cry.” His thumb caught a lone tear as it slid down my cheek. “You’re not pathetic and no matter what, I’ll get you out of here.” “But, A, I hate – I hate that I can’t help myself. I hate that I’m asking you for help when you’ve gotten into so much trouble helping me. I feel pathetic asking you for help again – I know I’m pathetic - that’s why – Ah, I really ruined my life with my hands.”

"Don't you have any shame?" The word hits me like a slap. My fingers freeze over my phone screen. "Shame?" I type, confused and increasingly defensive. "Yes, shame. Don't you have any shame for yourself?" His voice drops lower, taking on that cruel edge I've come to dread. "You're jealous of a woman being with your mate—a mate who wants nothing to do with you. Isn't that pathetic?" The words detonate in my chest like explosives, each one carefully aimed to cause maximum damage. Pathetic. He called me pathetic for having feelings, for caring that he flaunts another woman in my face.

It always took me right back to being that scared kid getting bullied by my parents and classmates. “Why do you look so pale?” Geneva asked, folding her arms with that same awful smile. “Are you going to cry? Are you crying because I called you pathetic… or because you know you’re just a pathetic little beggar trying to climb into a world you don’t belong in?” ‘Are you gonna cry?’ ‘Oh my goodness, he’s really crying.’ ‘How pathetic. He’s so gay.’

So I made my way through that fucking dirty place. I only needed to sell cigarettes, enduring the dirty touches... it was the most pathetic thing I did. Only to get torn off by another debt. I realized I could no longer do it, so I suffered, sitting on the same swivel chair. Naghihirap, gutom, at walang maipakaing matino sa sarili. Kahit pa mabuhay ako sa ibang katawan, I will always be the pathetic Lumina. Duwag at kahit anong gawin ay hindi ako makakatulong sa iba.

Fuck what am I going to do? "go on keep going",is voiced in my head. I sit sadly as the door opens and my family rushes in. I can't smile as they look happy to see me awake all I feel is defeated. I feel worthless. Totally worthless.

I'm just a mistake, waste of an egg, waste of a sperm, waste of oxygen, waste of water, waste of food, waste of money, waste, just waste, nothing more, nothing better than a waste, a waste where even flies don't come for food, yes I'm that useless I just wanna fucking die but I'm too pathetic, a fucking coward I wish I was never born I don't wanna exist, why me? Out of all people I just wanna die FUCK WHY WON'T I JUST DIE WHY AM I A FUCKING PATHETIC USELESS WASTE OF SPACE... FUCKING TRASH I looked up at Luke changing my mind about sleeping. I opened the TV, put on a random show. I don't know exactly what I want "Are you okay?" Luke asked me, "Do you feel hurt?"

I scroll through my I*******m page quizzically. "Your page is a little boring. Your captions are nearly the same. I just want you to tell me in advance when you want to post anything, I'll provide the caption, even fine tune it to suit you and the hashtags." I don't speak for fear of bursting into tears. I only nod and hand her back her phone. I lean on the balance bar in the elevator and struggle not to cry. Abdul has reduced me to a commodity and it hurts deeply. It hurts tht I don't matter, that my emotions do not matter.

Pathetic Why on earth did he hurt her in the first place. I had scoffed to myself at the his pathetic attempt. His words had been hollow, and his sob story about regret and missing her looked staged. He doesn't deserve her, not even close. What had the guy done before to lose her in the first place? Whatever it was, I am sure Octavia deserves better and the fucker looked intimidated when she mentioned her father. He can't handle anything, he will probably melt if he ever stands in front of Lionel.