Funny Expectation Vs Reality Novels & Stories

I’ve been disappointed enough that I treasure my little fantasies. It’s all about managing expectations. Again, with nice guys, it’s, ‘Oh, he’s kind of cute… I’ll go out with him. Oh, he’s funny… and he’s got a good personality… okay, I’ll give it a shot.’ ‘Low expectations’ equals ‘not as much disappointment’ in my book. And my expectations for Mr. Connor Brooks were sky-high. If I were going to be disappointed, I would have preferred to hold on to my fantasy.

“And what exactly do you consider real? The truth you want to hear or the truth as it is?” Her boldness surprised me, but I didn’t let it show. “What I want and what I expect are two different things.” She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Then maybe you should tell me what you expect, so I don’t waste your time.” I pushed off the doorframe and walked toward her. “I expect honesty, Anya. Can you manage that?” Her lips curved into a small, sarcastic smile. “From me? Of course not.” I laughed, low and sharp.

“Are you going to cheat on him?” “Please, don't guilt trip me right now.” I hissed, looking round to be sure that no one was coming. “What? I'm not doing anything.” Shs rolled her eyes. “He's not so hyped up to shift back to his human state.” I sighed. “Maybe it's because he doesn't want to raise his hopes.” Michelle shrugged. “In the words of a wise woman in the Marvel Universe, ‘always expect disappointment, so you never really get disappointed’.”

He looked at me unmoved, like someone listening to a story that had nothing to do with him. A small chuckle escaped my lips, not because anything was funny but because in that moment I realized how stupid my expectations had been. What was I expecting to see from him? Regret? Guilt? Someone capable of hurting me the way he did would never stand in front of me filled with remorse. The realization settled in my chest, and my laughter carried a quiet bitterness that even I could hear. “I’m not here to reflect on our past; all I need from you is to end whatever you have with my uncle.”

"You didn't scream, why?" "Because I wasn't startled. You know, last night while I laid down to sleep, I realized that I was probably going to keep seeing you for a while and if I didn't expect you, your presence was always going to startle me. So as of today, I'm always going to expect you." "You know that it's only when there's an expectation that there'll be disappointment right?" "Yes I do. And if you're trying to tell me that I would be disappointed if you don't show up when I expect you, I'm sorry to disappoint you but no. I will even be happy that you didn't show up."

He pushed my shoulder gently forcing me to open my eyes. “You of all people should be fantasizing what she looks like.” “Nope. Never did and I’m not sure I will ever do that.” I wriggled my head. “So you have no expectations?” “Having expectations is what leads to disappointment.” I responded and he gave me a skeptical look. “Are you being serious right now? You don’t even look like you’re looking forward to this occasion.” “Yes.” I stressed emphatically. “You guys are happy and all that I’m finally getting engaged but I can’t feel that way. I’m the one who’s going to take a stranger as my mate.”

“SHIT, FUCK, THEY ARE TRAITORS, WHY? WHY? WHY?!! What did I do wrong? What was my mistake? I-I-I… .. AARR! " With a furious scream, he hit the table on which his monitor was resting with one of his hands, it was fortunate that it did not fall from its place. “How many adventures have we had together? How many great characters have we created? How can all of them drop all of this so easily ?! ” What followed her fury was cold desolation. "…No, is not that. They did not give up on this. They simply faced the choice between 'reality' and 'fantasy'. Ah, it couldn't be helped, and there was no betrayal. It must have been a difficult choice ... "

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

"Look, it's probably too late for me to back out of this. Anyway, I'm just warning you that this might be more than you expect. You really don't strike me as the kind of guy to be in this business and I hope it isn't too late for you." I could only watch as he walked out. I returned my gaze to the table in front of me, uncertain about what to do. How bad could it be that he thinks there's no way out for him and did I even want to find out? “Are you ready to order?” I was startled by a waitress.