Miserable Synonym Novels & Stories

Words that made me freeze. 'FAKE' 'BITCH' 'YOU'RE DEAD' 'WHORE' 'DIE’ ‘OLD BARF’ ‘JINX’

I smile at him, slowly sensing his thoughts streaming through our bond. Finally. “Do you know how awesome you are? Born between boringly gray and frustrated people who, whatever they do, no matter how hard they try, will never be as happy as you are on an uneventful sunny day.” Looking at me, flabbergasted, he gives in to me and my words. “Take Miss Muh-Muh, for example. They crushed her dreams while making her stay in an abusive relationship. Forced to deal with an alcoholic man and give birth to one child after another. But she is so kind, and still astonishingly beautiful. That’s what they do. Mean people. They diminish the lights of them who could shine brighter, making them realize just

Marcus smirked mysteriously, seeming indifferent and distant as if he had a protective shell around him, "So many people have called me despicable, what difference does one more make?" Despicable? Jessica, your world is too pure. It seems, you still don't know what despicable means. I... have long been sinking and struggling in hell! A lifetime in darkness! Jessica's breath hitched, she was furious. How could this man speak with such indifference and act as if nothing mattered when he cared deeply? She despised this kind of Marcus.

Vada noticed how Karen flinched when the crowd cleared a path to make way for the man behind the voice. "Oh no, that's Jeff Harold, the poker fingered lord." she whispered to Vada who will be risking her money for the game. "I don't understand those terms Karen, explain." Vada whispered as she scrutinized the so-called poker fingered dude that got the once proud Karen to whimper like a freezing puppy, he was sitting down comfortably as he had three lady whores at his disposal, one massaging his shoulders while the other was kneeling between his thighs, giving him a blow job and the last was counting his money and dusting his draught pieces. He had a dim looking eyes, obviously getting to his

I said with a rude tone," They are asleep. Now, get lost from here. I am feeling puked breathing the same air with a rapist!" He looks at me with a hurtful face. His whole face becomes clouded with too much sadness. I know that by calling him rapist I have triggered a strong nerve in him. He is feeling humiliated. That's what I want. To see him mentally depressed. Hearing me, He said nothing. I can't believe one thing that I am humiliating the most feared mafia but he isn't saying anything. Is he that much regretting!! He stands up from the bed and started going towards the door. Before leaving he looks towards me and said," Thank you".

Or worse. *****

"I'm too busy for this nonsense." "What? Nonsense? You're the one at fault here! How can you be such a miser? Don't you know misers are as despicable as rats in the gutters?" "Go to someone else if you're going to act all crazy." Hansel wondered what the hell she was talking about.

She wanted to enjoy those sweet snacks for a while until darkness drags her again to reality. The thing which bothered her was his unusual behavior and the last sentence he uttered to her. He looked so distant and cold whenever she met him but when he kissed everything felt like as if he had been dreaming it for so long. His last words shook the soul out of her body. If he meant them then she was in great trouble because one thing she was certain of that he was filthy rich. And her mother once told her, "Money can buy anything in this world! Happiness, love and life! Everything until god gets in the way"

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

All I had left was pain and hurt which I knew I deserved for being a gullible stupid cunt. “You aren’t a gullible stupid cunt.” Zoe groaned. She managed to look worse than I did having stayed up most of the night trying to cheer me up. There was no cheering me up. I was a lost cause. “You aren’t a lost cause!” Zoe yelled. It was like my world had been crushed by an extinction level meteorite that had come for once purpose and one purpose only; the total annihilation of everything.that made me happy. I must be the most miserable cunt in the world right now.