Disillusioned Synonym Novels & Stories

Glossary Epoch - A period of time in history or a person's life, typically one marked by notable events or particular characteristics. Paroxysm - a sudden burst of emotion. Oblivion -The state of being unaware or unconcious of what is happening. Selcouth - Marvelous, wonderful Peculiar - Strange or odd; unusual Kismet - Destiny or fate. Dépaysement - The feeling that comes from not being in one's home county; disorentation due to experience of unfamiliar surroundings.

Coco grabbed both their wrists and pulled the to the center of the room, they stumbled and fell to their knees in front of Cara. "Why are you bullying us! We are not the losers, she should be punished not us!" Daisy shouted pointing at Laureen. How fickle fake friendships was, one time they are clapping and singing you praises, the next thing, they are in a hurry to disassociate themselves with you over any misfortune. Laureen stared at her 'friends' in this belief. Cara snatched the contract from her assistant and slapped it on Daisy's face. "Whose signatures are these?"

I ask my mate, we can push it and win, we'll run much faster than him. "Sure, he always likes to show who's stronger," my mate says, he didn't mean to sound this mad or angry, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice, the beta should be on his side, not trying to win over him. "Let's go then, make them eat dirt," I say again making my mate smile, we pushed it harder, my encouragement helped my mate go even faster, and we beat both the alpha and the jerk beta.

Freya whispers. “Regret?” I ask. “It means to feel ashamed for a mistake. I heard it in a movie and asked Miss Gates what the word meant,” Freya says. “You, baby girl, are too smart. I’m not sure if he regrets it yet. I’m not him, and I don’t want to give you the wrong answer.” “Okay.” The nurse came back into the room to give Freya some Tylenol for her pain. After the nurse left, Marcel returned with a cup of coffee. I thanked him and took a sip as Freya closed her eyes again.

He glared down at me. Then- he laughed. A crooked one. "Cole. Cole." He sucked in a long breath. He stood up, unhurried, the flouruscent lights hummed overhead. Illuminating his face. My spit slid slowly, down his leather boot. Dark slippy red against shiny black. Then, his expression changed. Not rage. Not anger. Worse. Disillusionment. He wiped his foot against the back of my prison shirt. "You'll crack Cole. I know you will."

"I'm tired." "I couldn't agree more."

It came with a profound, settling clarity, as quiet and irreversible as the closing of a book. “I’m not willing to accept this,” I said. The air left the room. He studied me, his head tilted slightly, as if I were a complex piece of code he was trying to debug. “You don’t mean that,” he replied, a trace of that old arroganceThe air in his studio, usually thick with the scent of turpentine and possibility, now felt thin and sharp, like the air before a storm breaks. I could see the fracture in his eyes, a tiny, hairline crack in the obsidian calm he always wore. It wasn’t anger. It was something worse: a cold, clinical disappointment.

Though the prince had fallen sick lately, due to a rare health disease But she didn't know what to do, where to go, who to talk with, who to trust. She didn't like the feeling that she was living in someone else's pity and someone else's house She was lost Just like the song she wrote .......", e ,,,,..... •". .."" ...." . .."."..!....'.ight........", e ,,,,..... •". .."" ...." . .."."..!....'. She was lost. Just like the song she wrote.

As if a bucket of water was poured down, the ladies' expressions turned sour. "Wait a minute," the guy excused while getting his phone. "I have a dictionary application here," he said then browsed at his phone screen. "These are the synonyms of the word dumb. It says: fool, stupid, idiot and gullible." He stopped for a moment. Next, he looked alternately at Almond and the other girls. "What should I do?" He heaved a sigh. "I don't think these words are enough to describe the other girls. What about? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ahh! What about..." Before he uttered his last words, the smile on his face disappeared, "BRAINLESS?" He uttered in cold tone while poring at Freesia and the other women.

Nor a best friend to share my personal experience in almost everything. One could actually consider me a loner. And Sadly that goes without saying. I hold no soul in fault, rather than myself. Seeing that my comfort lies in solitude. So here am I. Scrolling through channels and stuffing my face with which ever snack I come across, that I undoubtedly deserve. After a heart shattering job hunting for the past three weeks. It appears, getting rejected serves more tiring than looking for a job. All the disappointment, anger and embarrassment. Becomes heavy baggage to uphold. Resulting to you cursing that business. Wishing it nothing but failure or bankruptcy.