Miserably Definition Novels & Stories

That day. How can I leave all those memories of that moment behind? I cannot. I do not want to. Just like him. “I am carrying that one too.” I say. “Does that mean that it meant something to you?” He asks. You should see the hope and desperation in his eyes. I never liked the word miserable, but I like how it displays itself in his eyes. It gives them a look that would thaw anyone.

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.

Depressed: (of a person) in a state of general unhappiness or despondency. Lowell My heart was beating so fucking fast. Humiliation poured like cold freezing water when I realized that I told everyone my life story. What humiliated me the most was the look on Tessa's face. Fuck. I hated her pity expression. I didn't want it. Not from her, not from anyone.

Finally, he sent a text message. Eric: [Hazel, I'm sorry. Will you come back?] I did not reply. Some mistakes could not be fixed with just an apology. The pain of twenty years of neglect, the trauma of the birthday party fire, and the betrayal by my father to satisfy his illegitimate daughter's desires were memories that had deeply scarred me, impossible to erase with just an apology. I erased the text message, set my phone aside, and shifted my gaze towards the living room. Andre was sitting on the carpet, with my son on his lap, earnestly telling him a story. "Then the big bad wolf howled and fell off the bridge!"

“I swear it, I already feel miserable. So, don't make it hard on me than it already is.” I cackled hysterically, rolling my eyes at him in scorn. My gaze darted to the cuffs that held my hands together and the shackles that kept me strapped to the metal bars of the bed. “Miserable? You feel miserable? Kieran? huh? Do you even know what miserable is?! Misery is walking in on your mate and sister, fucking! Misery is having to forcefully break your bond with your mate in front of your family because they wanted it! Misery is having your supposed mate that was forced unto you, killed for no reason.”

Amanda feels very tired already. It has been a month now since her mother was admitted to the hospital. And she needs to juggle three jobs to be able to meet all the needs they needed and pay bills at the same time. But inspite of her struggles,the cash still doesn't add up to the bills that needed to be payed.

He said the last few words in a bitter tone. "You and what comes with you were paid for with my honor and my dignity. I paid through the nose for a little mistake." He tugged at the low neckline of her gown roughly, pulling it down under her belly, exposing her naked breasts. She screamed in horror. "Well." He smirked, his eyes glinting with malice. "At least you're a good fuck." Then he bent down and claimed her mouth again.

The one thing that mattered to me was gone. I wasn’t happy. In fact, I’d never been so miserable. I had all the money in the world, but I was miserable. Ironic.

Maverick was the one dealt the real injustice here. I released a harsh breath; my mind was spiralling. Spinning into the depths of my scattered torment. Can you believe that the biggest mess of a person that I had ever met was indeed myself, Now that was unfairness. “Pitiful disaster” I insulted myself, slipping out the bathroom and into the hall.

“Quite the contrary actually.” “Should I feel special?” She says sarcastically. “I’m not used to women who oppose me. I kind of like that about you.” I reluctantly admit to her. “Oh, so you’re a masochist?” She clearly hates me, “Why are you so angry with men?” She looks at me condescendingly, “Not men. Just you.”