Depressing Realizations Novels & Stories

“This can’t happen again.” Boaz’s black alpha wolf bucked me in my ass, sailing me forward, and I crashed head down into the grassy floor as I relived the horrid nightmare. Overwhelmed by the vivid recollections, I was stuck in the traumatic reminiscence. Blinded by despair. Gulping down hopelessness. Bleeding from the splintering loss in my heart. Sinking into depression. Drowning in self-deprecation. I couldn’t see or feel my enemies tearing at my flesh and leaving large gaping holes in my sides.

The digital projection of Alpha’s face on its visor was flickering, his features stretching and warping like melting wax. ​"REDUNDANCY... DETECTED," the machine boomed, its voice a synthesized choir of Alpha’s most arrogant tones. "SIERRA VANE: UNPROFITABLE SENTIMENT. ELENA VANE: DEPRECIATED ASSET. INITIATING... FORCED LIQUIDATION." ​The machine’s right arm pivoted, the triple-barrels of its kinetic cannon spinning up with a high-pitched whine.

Maybe he's thinking now that I need a psychiatrist. I cover my mouth using my hand to prevent myself to laugh more. My asthma will attack soon if I will not stop. I faked cough. "I'm sorry," I wipe the tears that escape from the corner of my eyes. "Anyway, I didn't think that you're ah... Hmm," "What? What did you think of me?" He said in grouchiness. "Hmm, ah? Nothing! I guess you might deny it. Its better if I'll keep it a secret, don't worry, I won't tell it to anyone."

Siguro naman titigilan niya na ang mga diskarte niya sa'kin ngayong ginalit ko na siya. Ma re-realize na niyang hindi ako worth it pag aksayahan ng oras dahil bukod sa kagaspangan ng pag uugaling meron ako ay hindi rin naman ako ang nag iisang babae sa mundo na hindi pa nahahalikan ng kung sino at pwedeng pwede niyang makuha kung kelan niya gusto.

If I’m evil, then she is virtuous. ‘You just can’t take her life away from her by dominating her all the time. Only two hopes any wolf has in his or her entire life, one to have a best friend in the form of his or her human and second his or her mate. Leia has probably lost all her hopes now. If this continues for a long, then your wolf might die of depression, and at that time, you wouldn't be strong enough to handle the pain. Then, you will also die with her. Try to talk to her and at least come to some sort of adjustment and tell me about it tomorrow morning.’

Hidden facts and hidden deceit boil under the surface, waiting to erupt. And when they did, nothing would ever be the same. The unimaginable abyss throbbed with pressure. Alexander paced the room, his thoughts racing with half-formed schemes and lingering concerns. Clara stood at the corner, her arms folded, studying a weathered map on the table with a single flickering light bulb overhead casting lengthy shadows. Jane sat on a box nearby, her face pale. And drawn, her hands nervously holding the ends of her coat. “This won’t work,” Clara stated unexpectedly, shattering the stillness. Her speech was calm, but her eyes showed a trace of discomfort.

I step into the elevator, the silence pressing in like a second skin. As the doors close, all I can think about is how bad this has gotten. How fast we’re unraveling. The prophecies, the mirror, the bonds, the lies—we’re all drowning, just trying not to show it. And somewhere deep inside, I feel it rising again. That cold, familiar weight in my chest. The depression is back. I recognize the taste of it like an old wound reopening. I bite my lip and stare at the elevator doors, watching my reflection flicker under the harsh light.

At those words, Jack was left completely speechless. People never know what they truly want, so they greedily hold onto everything—both the rose, and the snow. Yet, they forget that roses cannot bloom in the winter's snow. - Meanwhile, I was buried under my sheets, watching the live reactions of the chat in front of my eyes. [Damn, that punch looks like it hurt! Oh, but now that you hit him, don't hit our darling succubus!]

dejected. ****😌😌****

Until I realized how deformed my life was. I loved a man, who made me see how life could be messy and complicated. I loved a man, who taught me how living can be harsh and scary. That sometimes, the Thank You, I'm Sorry and I Love You sounds so empty, sounds void. That kindness and goodness would take you nowhere. He made me see the other side of the world, its darkest reality. And it includes Him.