Optimist Novels & Stories

It is still a bit low to meet the requirement amount to settle the projects. Seeing her troubled face, Jae smiled as he comforted her. "Trust me, things will work out. You shouldn't worry so much about it, I'm sure that someone will come to invest in on us soon." Rolling her eyes at him, she said bitterly. "At least one of us is being positive. Now that we've offended Thomas Scott, he has the shots here, and he is influential. For sure he can do anything to convince a lot of companies not to invest in us."

"Because it's all we have." "That's not comforting," I said. "It's not meant to be," Alex replied. "It's meant to be honest." "I'm tired of honesty," I admitted. "Just once I'd like a comfortable lie." "You're going to survive this," Alex said. "We both are, and we're going to build the life we've been fighting for." "That's a comfortable lie," I observed. "That's stubborn optimism," Alex corrected. "Which is basically the same thing." Despite everything I found myself smiling because he was right, because stubborn refusal to accept defeat had carried us this far and would carry us through whatever came next.

“Please forgive me. I'll do anything you want. Anything. Anything you want. Please, have mercy.” “Anything?” Optimism flickered in my chest upon detecting the sudden interest in his voice. I glanced up at him and nodded eagerly. “Yes! Anything!” “You sure about that?” I nodded again, too eager. “Yes! One hundred percent.” He stared at me for a moment, eyes dark and glinting with something I couldn't quite put to words. The corner of his lips curled up. “Alright. Get up.” The optimism burned bright. Fucking finally. I stood up quickly and wiped the small drops of tears from my eyes.

With Victor's friendly and supportive presence, I'm feeling more confident and ready to tackle whatever challenges come our way. ###############

Then I told him the address that Gunner had provided me through a text message earlier. Within the confines of the taxi, there is something within me that is hunching a sequence that is not good. On the other hand, I am well aware that I am a very pessimistic person. I am a picturesque person. A significant portion of the time, I have a tendency to be extremely pessimistic rather than optimistic about the future. I made a concerted effort to extract all of my ideas from my consciousness.

Marcus brightened at the sound of being able to talk about her. “She’s twenty.” He sat back in his seat, “So young.” My mouth let out, feeling Triston’s grip tighten. “I mean- compared to us.” I tried to correct it. “I know-I know but she’s so beyond her years.” Marcus smiled, “She’s kind and caring, always willing to be with me- even through med school.” Triston gave a gentle smile, “As long as she makes you happy.” Marcus agreed to that, “The happiest six months of my life.” I stayed quiet at his words. I was never one to tamper with love. Triston, however, seemed to have been shocked by this,

Optimist never talks about his troubles, instead, he’s always willing to be a good listener and help out a friend. “Why are you doing this buddy? What are you after?” Rhett muttered to himself as he watched Optimist talking to someone on the phone. And then when Optimist saw him, he raised a hand in greeting and Rhett waved back with a forced smile. He checked his pocket for his phone and he started typing so fast to a nameless contact. “I need a background check”

he asked. “I never said ‘swimmingly,’” I said. “You’re the only one who says that word. Anyway, the work is there, but I haven’t been able to nail down the right story to show Fraser what I can do.” “Well, keep at it.” “I’ve been at it. For years.” “Don’t lose hope,” he said. “Or your temper. Everything will turn out fine.” “Why are you so optimistic?” “Why are you so pessimistic?” he shot back.