Batman Depressed Novels & Stories

were the last words he told Julius before he finally shut him off completely. James wished he could help his boss, but he knew that was out of his reach. The only thing he could do was to keep doing investigations and hope that Stacy would come back, so Carlton would be able to find himself again. His heart had become too withered and desolate to even know what it felt like to live properly again. And as the sky began to darken till it was night, Carlton sat behind his office desk extremely worked out, as he stared at the piles of work he was determined to finish that night, his eyes sinking with the hollowness of depression and his mind out of life.

I must be green by now. “You don’t look so good,” he says. He’s teasing me, the bastard. “I don’t feel so good.” “What, don’t you think you’re ‘responding appropriately’ and that everything’s going to be okay?” “Not really…” “Okay, then, maybe you’ll trust me to handle things my own way in the future.” I want to hate him, but I’m too damn depressed. “If we even have a future beyond the next five minutes…” “See? There you go again. Incessant negativity.”

“Have to gun you down myself. Hate to even think about it though, so don’t go making me.” “I won’t,” I swear. “Still me here. Ain’t killed anyone I wouldn’t have offed while I was human. Now, I got one major question for you.” I hold his eyes. “You been depressing the shit out of me for years, Carm. I mean it. It ain’t what happened to you so much as the attitude. That ‘I’m basically already dead’. ‘I’d rather be dead than stuck in this chair’.” “I was beyond blotto when I said that,” he mutters in excuse.

Sebastian The depression that overtook me came out of nowhere. I woke up one day without a desire to get out of bed. It happened a week after the Lycans showed up, and nearly three weeks later it had only gotten worse. I was in a pit so dark and deep that I didn't think I'd ever be able to escape it again. Norhing made sense anymore. Life, itself, held no appeal. More than once, I considered eating a silver bullet so I could shuffle off this mortal coil to join Mario on the star planes.

It had been nearly two weeks since the woods, and I had been absolutely fucking miserable. I could barely motivate myself to go to work, let alone keep up with my usual workout routine. I was lucky if I could drag myself out of bed for a morning run. Food tasted even more bland than usual, colors, dull and gray. My panther was restless and depressed. We were falling apart.

Frankie shook his head from left to right feeling sorry for the thinly built Gideon who walked his way to his room. Gideon's business was barely doing well. He lost a lot of clients and some of his board of directors resigned because the revenue the clubs were generating were very low. Gideon barely came to work and when he did, he hardly stays long. However, he had managed to keep his business above trouble waters but his progress was slow and the business is obviously struggling to stay put. He came to work when depression was overshadowing him. There were times Gideon would black out during business meetings and Stare blankly at the wall during conferences. He stuttered a-lot now and bare

I wonder why? “I told you it’s ‘cause your stressed out over the extra work I’ve been having to do, baby.” Bart explained, sitting down next to Joanne. He rubbed her right hand and gave her a sympathetic smile. “I haven’t been able to spend as much time with you as we normally do… Those Mages have been really going to town on the soldiers…” I raised an eyebrow. “My workload has practically doubled and since she hasn’t been feeling well, I won't let her help… I will once she feels better.” Bart explained with a frown. Oh… Well, that would explain it if she’s depressed…

The loss of the partnership led to the downfall of a significant business deal for me, with Alpha Rex's involvement proving detrimental. On top of these setbacks, the pack also faced various threats and challenges, adding to my mounting stress and anxiety. The weight of these events began to take a toll on my mental well-being, causing me to drift into a state of depression. The cumulative effect of these happenings left me feeling overwhelmed and uncertain about the future. I had never felt so miserable and helpless before. All that happened forced me to seclude myself in my room, withdrawing from the world and neglecting even my basic needs. I found myself skipping meals, lost in a haze of

Nicholas Coleman was depressed. Not the kind of depression that went away with just a few sentences from a loved one or at the sight of money…his problems, his depression had gone way beyond being able to be fixed by money. He wasn’t going to be a wimp and cry about it but every night he had the same dream—no, nightmare. He would walk up to the mysterious cradle in the middle of his bedroom and it would be empty and somehow he knew it wasn’t supposed to.

And then we’re back on the bed, tangled, panting, coming down from the high. But reality slams back in. We’re missing one of our mates. I see the bags under Jacob’s eyes. The pale tint to Alexander’s skin. And the hollow place inside me that no orgasm can fill. Hermes. We don’t know where he is. Don’t know how to get him back. Is he safe? Has Lucifer punished him? And just like that, the soul-crushing depression returns.