Miserable Thesaurus Novels & Stories

The remaining shackles of her heart vanished when he called her family 'miserable' and tagged her a 'hungry dog' who should be grateful for the bones hurled at her. Ironically belittling. Shrills of regret streamed into her veins, it was all her parent's antics. And maybe the word 'miserable' was a vivid description of their selfishness. Their predicament subjected her to this mess in the first place, and now she'd have to suffer the consequence - mayhap till the day after eternity.

He has no problem telling her all about how little he thinks of her, finding what felt like a hundred ways to call her pathetic with just a few words, each one hitting her harder than the last. "You're a fucking embarrassment, you know that? And you should be ashamed of yourself for this - for all of it. Doing what you did and then having the nerve to waltz back in here like you didn't," he shakes his head, saying how despicable it - she - was. "Like you're not just a Judas in a leather skirt and tears, but that's all you are! You're nothing but a weak, little girl whose only purpose in life is to spread your misery like a disease. Well, guess what? I'm tired of it. I'm tired of you, and I w

the psychologist said. Libia massaged her temples. “No, Dr. Helen, I can’t think of a single good thing. I’d rather hire some thugs to beat him up.” “Miss Musso…” the doctor said, alarmed. “It’s the truth. I want to scream, cry, and throw everything in this room! I’m the stupidest woman in the universe! And you know what? I hate myself more than I hate that awful man. I settle for so little, and I’m tired of this crap. I don’t want to be everyone’s fool anymore.” Libia broke down, sobbing, her cheeks flushed, crying like a newborn.

The air around him was heavy with sorrow so old it had weight. One word rose in my mind that seemed to fit him better than any other. Misery. “Look at me, dove,” he repeated, gentler this time, and the gentleness was more dangerous than rage. “I am not a patient man.” Something hungry shifted in the corners of room, and I understood now what Liema had feared. Misery liked company. Misery preferred those it could bend.

she asks in a low, haunting voice that fucking guts me. Disappointment is a heavy burden, a sinking feeling that lodges itself deep within the heart. It's the bitter taste of hope turned sour, a shattered dream that leaves a trail of tears in its wake. It strikes like a sudden storm on a sunny day, catching you off guard and leaving you drenched in sorrow.

Eccedentesiast -Someone who fakes a smile, when all they want to do is cry, disappear and/or die. Ellipsism - The sadness that you'll never able to know how history will turn out. Limerence - An involuntary state of mind which seems to result from a romantic attraction to another person combined with an overwhelming, obssesive need to have one's feelings reciprocated. Alexithymia -Difficult in expriencing, expressing, and describing emotional responses. Trouvaille - Something lovely discovered by chance. Ineffable - Utterly indescribable, too scared to be speak of.

Isabella had said that his role had been as my toy. Well, that wasn’t happening. I snorted. “Look at me, do I look like a true sorceres? And does Mischief look like a true god?” “I’ll have you know that I’ve toppled worlds.” Mischief’s eyes sparked. But it was worth it for Jeremy’ snicker, although it was followed by the soft, “I’m sorry that I’m only a mongrel bastard like that…creature…said.”

That I am in a movie acting or watching a soap opera, but I think I should brace this bittersweet fact: The Mazur’s are not honorable people like I thought. They don’t deserve the high praise that the nation accords them. They are monstrous beasts in disguise. They are heartless and insensitive. They are selfish and careless. They don’t have hearts, and if they do, they have stone hearts. They are rotten to their cores.

I kept nodding as I remembered what he was saying. “I remember that. You keep on saying, ‘I’m tired. I want to die. I want to hang myself to death. I want to jump off of this building. I want to poison myself. I want to cut my wrist’ and the like.You’re really messed up that time,” I said straightforwardly. “Yeah right?” He sniffed. I stared at him and waited for him to talk again. “Levi...” he mumbled as he slumped to the floor.

"I'm quite accustomed to it. He is cruel to me all the time." "Really?" "Yes. He finds the ultimate pleasure in abusing me." "He abused you?!" "At every turn." Been living in a fast lane since his early adulthood, there was only a few which could surprise him, but what Blackthorne just heard stunned him. He knew that the duke was a cold, arrogant prick, but he never expected him to be a vile pervert. Looking at the sweet, innocent-looking woman next to him, he imagined the shame and the pain she endured at the hands of her master. Blackthorne was definitely not a moral man, and he might have broken hearts of too many women in his amorous adventures, but he never derived sick, disgusting plea