Miserable Synonym Novels & Stories

Amber asked. "No... What?" Mia sputters anxiously. "He called me a pitiful hungry beggar." Amber said angrily. "He is a dickhead, a scum and honestly a cruel man" Mia yell at her face as if she's Liam. "He did these to you?" Mia asks in confusion. "Of course." Amber roll her eyes, as frown spread over her face. "Why don't you quit the insane job?" Mia asks anxiously. "I wish I can but I'm a debtor." Amber said sadly.

The familiar smell of saltwater crawled in my skin as memories kept flashing back. It was at that moment I knew I'm miserable at best.

He opened his mouth to speak before I cut him off. "No stop! On top of everything you put a bounty on me, your own daughter. All for what, money? We are the same flesh and blood and you wanted to kill me!" I yell, releasing all of my anger that I had been holding in. "For better or for worst." He spoke. I stood there silent not knowing how to respond, like what is that even supposed to mean. For better or for worst? He needs to actually shut the fuck up. "Sometimes you just have to make sacrifices in life, I don't expect you to understand."

They have eyes for my brother only and he is their only son, their ideal son. I am just their mistake who they have to tolerate. Since I have known, I am always compared with him. “Can’t you learn anything from him, see him he is not complaining then why are you? You will get this thing when his is also demolished.” I feel like a trash sometimes, they call me stubborn as if I ask them they will give what I want without creating an issue.

Megan's POV This week felt like a bumpy roller coaster ride. All the synonyms and antonyms of misery that can be found in dictionaries were mixed in with it: sorrow and pain, shock and dismay, guilt and innocence, and everything in between. I've lost one person in my life who has stood by me through my witticisms and sobriety, and I'm devastated. My body has become frail, and I've become careless with the things I've been guarding for a long period of time. My immune system was undoubtedly weakened as a result of an exhausting and draining life challenge. I was almost convinced that this was the end of my life—I was almost ready to blame myself for all of those unhealthy matters and to feel

every night my spirit is entangled within the fangs of bitterness, my strength ebbs away at the ticking of the time, I am most miserable of all men, even more miserable than the beast of the field, my light has become a great darkness, happiness no longer comes to my dwelling place, I have only taken a place to live, which will definitely be filled up some days when I had made it empty, if I am denied the joy of my life, the only thing that should parch a smile to my face in this vile world of

Worthless. Useless. Garbage. Weak. Pathetic. Unlovable. These are words that have been beaten into me, literally sometimes, since I was barely old enough to understand what any of them meant. That last one hurt the most, if I’m being honest. As an orphan who grew up in the system from birth, I know all the statistics. I understand that the older I get, the less my chances of finding a family are, and add to that I’m black, and yeah, cut those odds in half.

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.

dejected. ****😌😌****