Miserable Thesaurus Novels & Stories

“You. I took care of you. Even when you gave me nothing. Nothing but misery. And this is how you repay me? What gave you the right...the fucking right...to insult me? You think you’re better than me, you used goods? You’re old, useless, and I’ve been carrying your failures on my back for years.” My eyes widened at the words. Mom dropped her fork, the metal hitting her plate with a sharp clink. Nerissa gasped, the sound cutting through the heavy air like a crack in glass. But he wasn’t finished. He turned to Nerissa, his glare feral. “And you. Oh, you are just a wasted purchase. Should have bought us a son instead of dragging in a worthless girl who can’t keep her legs shut. Sleeping around,

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 praises 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.

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 muttered, letting Kazuma process all that he just said before. All his life he had been through stages and even wished if he wasn't brought into this word. he has lost everyone he had loved, including his parents and now his son life was been on the line. if only he could grab that witch and ripped her apart, as his blood seemed to be boiling skyrocketedly under his skin, that was the only way now he whispered under his breathe before opening his mouth to further the conversation.. please remember to give an honest review in the comment section, so that I'll improve and do better in my next chapter. I'm very grateful to you for talking you time to read my writing, thanks and lots of love

I say, not bothering to look at his face anymore. "Why are you turning into a shrew? Do you think everyone is like you? Sleeping around with people to get money?" I shake my head at him. Abdul, like most men throw the prostitute qualifier once an argument is no longer in their favour. Prostitute, tart, loose woman, Ashewo. They do it once they lose an argument with a woman. "All I ask, which is not hard, is a little cooperation from you, if you won't be a cow. Just help me till I can tide over." I get up, carrying my laptop.

There it is now you can go ha ha ha” “Can you stop being a dick and start working” Babi ordered while giving an eye roll. “whaaat I was joking. Besides I needed this badly if I didn’t replace it tonight I am dead meat by tomorrow. My father will kill me” “Then why did you give money to that stupid boy. All he does is drugs. He has money for everything accept for returning your money” “Come on! It’s not like he wants to do that he is heartbroken right now. He needs something to escape from his own mind. I can’t ask him for my money now.”

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.

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 stroked his chin. "Aha. Misery! " "Yes. Misery is the perfect phrase " " I want to see your darling husband in misery for the rest of his life. I want him to feel the pain of losing everything just like I did! " "Is that explanation enough? " "You lost everything because of your greediness and stupidity. And just like the coward you are, you can't even accept that you're a failure and now, you're looking for the perfect pawn to shift your misfortune to? "

He murmurs and shakes his head. "If you want to be technical about it, a nerd is an unattractive, socially awkward, annoying, undesirable, and/or boring person." His hand tightens on my leg, "You're not boring, annoying or socially awkward. You are definitely not undesirable. And the fucking opposite of unattractive." I shrug, I don't think I'm ugly, but I'm not stunning.