Misery Novel Novels & Stories

Why was I a famous businesswoman, why did it faze me when people walked up to me to know more about my success story when currently, none of those people were here with me to comfort me and tell me there was no need to feel dejected? None of those things could fix the misery I was currently plummeting in. The pillars I tried to build for myself had come crashing down under the dictates of my inescapable misfortune. In the presence of so many estates and villas, the shelter from someone I could have loved or been with was painfully absent. In the presence of riches, the means of making use of it to make me feel better was absent simply because misery was my lot.

A woman living in sorrow, guilt, sadness, and pain. A woman who chooses others rather than herself. A woman whom they call brave and outrageous. A woman of hope, as what they say, but what they don’t know is, she is hopeless. Drowning in her misery. *** “Should I choose you over her then?” he asked me. “No Drake. The question should be, ‘Should I choose ME… over you?” “What—“ “That’s the right question, Drake. That’s the perfect question.”

See? This was such a beautifully yet tear-jerking novel I have ever successfully crafted an idea with, a few months ago. But after I have encountered all the horrible occurrences for the past months, I came back to work and turned this sad and romantic novel into a mystery and horror novel, which made all my work colleagues and supervisor absolutely petrified. They have no idea that I was even more shocked and horrified when I have suddenly realized that my novel had suddenly become so dark and twisted. It was beautifully written, like a psychopath has written a novel for the very first time.

She giggled, “More you than me, since I’m wolf now.” “They’re absolutely right, my dear,” Ebenezer said while he took the liberty of putting a few pancakes on my plate for me. “I understand that you’ve got a good handle on your magic, Missy. We wouldn’t want you ingesting anything that would impair that, now would we? Especially in these troubled times.” “Troubled times?” I said. “Why, what’s going on here on Wolf Mountain certainly qualifies to be labeled as troubled times. Don’t you think?” he said.

"Her books was published It's all nice! I read the story of My Life is miserable, almost all of her stories, only the new book. I didn't read it because I didn't know that she have released a new story." "You're so noisy, Arche! Just turn off the TV and then just tell the whole story! Bro, be quiet there, is that a clear, trouble maker?" Jasper said to Arche and their companions laughed, except for Haru, who suddenly spoke. "The only difference between the two is that they are very simple. In this story of my life is miserable, Her life are without happiness, she would rather disappear from the world she live in. Because she will not experience of joy. She experiences sadness, pain, and fr

“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So, anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.” — Haruki Murakami *** Saxon and Nicholas were happy for me. Now, our next mission is to get Anna to speak with me. Anna is stubborn and hot-headed than we thought earlier. Though she is civil with me, I was still in her bad books.

On the strange, dangerous comfort he brought. And when I slid down against the wood, the tears finally came. …. The elevator ride to the twentieth floor felt longer than usual. I could feel the stares, the hushed whispers that weren’t even hushed anymore. The W******p group might as well have been projected on the glass walls for how openly people judged me now. Judge Blackwood’s mistress. Sleeping her way out of heartbreak. Shameless. Their eyes burned more than their words ever could. I tightened my grip on the files in my hand and stepped out, chin high, even though my stomach twisted with every step. I had almost made it to my office when the murmurs stilled, like a storm cut short.

He broke that part inside me that no one could ever fix, not even me. I want to live; I have a right to be happy and live my life however I could but his memories were a kind of drug that wouldn't allow me to do that, it always pulled me back to that point where I end up being swallowed whole by those moments which I desperately want to forget. "Miss. Ellis," I heard Darcy call me which pulled me back to reality, I looked up at her and saw her with files in her hands, I stood up from the chair and walked towards my office which has become Arthur's now.

“It is just a novel.” “It. Is. Just. A. Novel.” He picked a fluffy romance book and thrust it into my hands forcefully. “But, it can affect your mood. So, you are allowed to read only those stories that make you happy.” I bit my lower lip as I browsed through the pages of the book; briefly glancing at the ending. What Kain didn’t understand was that such happy endings hurt more than the tragic ones. They filled me with a longing I knew could never be fulfilled. They reminded me of everything that I could never have.

Her selfishness, her greed, her lust—they had all led to this moment of utter despair. With a bitter laugh, Lilia turned away from Hideous, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She had lost everything—her marriage, her dignity, her children's love. And all because of her own foolishness. As she walked away, a hollow emptiness settled in Lilia's soul. She had thought she could have it all—wealth, power, and love. But now she saw the truth for what it was: an illusion, a mirage that had slipped through her fingers like grains of sand.