Optimist Novels & Stories

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

Never Again 🌷 “Promise Yourself To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel that there is something in them To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. To think only the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best. To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own. To forget the mistakes of the past

But I wаѕ орtіmіѕtіс, I had tо bе. Going іntо this I knew the сhаnсеѕ оf success wоuld bе slim, but I hаdn’t wоrkеd hard thе last thrее years for it to bе аll for nothing. Elіjаh wаѕ hіѕ usual over орtіmіѕtіс ѕеlf. I соuldn’t fault hіm іn his ѕеlf-bеlіеf, thоugh I wished I wеrе so ѕеlf-аѕѕurеd about іt аll.

I added, feigning serenity when my heart was broken into a thousand pieces. She squeezed my hand and smiled at me. “Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be resolved.” I wanted her optimism because the future looked gray in my eyes. “The best thing would be to distract us a bit,” Suggesting that she took out her computer and started looking for a movie while I took my coffee little by little. My mom wrote me several messages asking me how I was doing so I assured her that everything was fine. I wasn't going to be home late because I didn't want to worry her.

Pursing her lips, she pushed his arm away. "You're not seeing it properly, my love." He smirked. There wasn't any dark side hidden behind his smirk. She looked back at them. 'Matteo and Elizabeth are looking happy, so much happy. Is he trying to show me their happiness? What could it be? He said - Choose their happiness. I can't deny it. These cruel people are my family. If I'll choose their happiness, I'll choose my happiness too. Giving is the most beautiful thing in the entire world.'

He’s family and I want him to feel like it. I know things were tense with his, but maybe this time it will be a little better. They will see he found his place and he’s happy. I’ve always been a bit of the optimistic. That is not changing.

she said. “Are we still talking about flowers?” “Well, it applies to people too. From a distance, some people are unbelievably kind that you may think they’re faking it. Not everyone in this world is cruel, so give others a chance to be good and don’t be a pessimist.” “Oh… So that’s why you almost killed me because you’re being optimistic?” I smirked out of sarcasm. “Not that part. I just hate men.” “I like that. Me too, but Trevor and Osca are exempted.”

I explain to the room. Relief flows across Gunnar's face, and I give him a small smile. Hilda nods at me while grinning, and pride actually fills me. The hall stays quiet for a long time as we look around at all their faces. Some seem satisfied. Others seem skeptical. But no one seems angry, so I take this as a win. I glance down at Rosy, and she gives me a thumbs up.....yup...it's a win. GUNNAR POV

“You could tell me you need six months to figure out what we’re calling this and I’d still wait.” “That’s disgustingly patient of you.” “I have my moments.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “What if I mess this up?” His hand fell to her cheekbone and he gazed at the skin there. “Then we deal with it.” “Your optimism is quite a bold choice.” “I’m an optimist about exactly one thing right now. You.” “Jesus, William?” She grabbed his shirt, “You can’t just say things like that.” “Why not?”