Optimiste Novels & Stories

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And now that optimism had been extinguished, like a light in the downpour. Justine placed his fingertips under my chin and lifted my chin till our gazes connected. I saw a lot of grief in them, but I also saw a lot of understanding. He was aware of how I was experiencing at the time. He understood what it was like to be in this type of anguish, and he recognized that when we're in distress, we oftentimes do and make comments we don't intend. But there was another thing I noticed in his eyes: here's hoping. He was still optimistic about our mission here. For a while after the demise of one of our acquaintances, he still has optimism for our tomorrow. I'm not sure how he could still feel that

I had never been more scared of losing a person than I was right now, he was all I had now. “I don’t know”. He replied. He guided me gently so I was facing him. “I don’t know, but I’d like to believe that we have long enough live, to be happy”. He said to me. “I’d like to think we have a lot of time to make things better”. I nodded. His optimism was contagious, or it was so because I desperately needed to hear something positive. “You will be alright, Alexa, we will be”. And I nodded once more.

Best regards, Oot.

Six of them rejected him and fourteen didn't even bother to give him a reply. "But I do miss your cooked meals." Ryu said trying to light up the mood. "I knew it. I knew that you liked those dishes that I cooked." Nato said smiling and they both laughed remembering how the taste of each dish was based on luck. "By the way, about that-." Nato suddenly changed the tone of his voice. "Hmm?" Ryu replied confused waiting for Nato to continue. "I know you don't like any roommates but I do know a person that is looking for an apartment." Nato said. "Don't even think about it. It's not going to work for me." Ryu replied. "I know you don't really like associating with other people but this is just a

"Welcome to the family, Iris. We've been waiting for this moment forever." I looked at Triston over Oliver's shoulder, and he was beaming, all traces of his earlier frustration gone. "So the backup plan worked perfectly," I said, laughing as Oliver set me down. "There was no backup plan," Triston admitted, pulling me back into his arms. "This was just... perfect."

Unapologetic. Together.

Madam Lilian could only blame herself for not fulfilling her duty as a mother. Hearing what she said, Sara looked at her with confused eyes. Madam Lilian held on tightly to her hand and spelled it out earnestly. "My child, everyone's life will not be smooth sailing and it depends on one's attitude in life. We must be optimistic, energetic, and live happily. Only then will we get to enjoy the beauty of life. Those who are conservative and negative will only live in the shadow of the past. Not only will there be no happiness, but they also lose the meaning of life." Madam Lilian sighed at that point. "My child, in fact, you are much more blessed than I am."

he opines in discontent. I sigh with relief, placing my hand on my chest. Believe me, I want Azadou to be a happier and less combative person, but a complete personality overhaul is going too far. A non-pessimistic, non-grouchy Azadou just isn’t Azadou. That’s like a fish that can’t swim or a bird that can’t fly. It’s just not the natural order of things. With his aggression more subdued, I’ve come to find him being a bit of a curmudgeon rather endearing. He’s the God of Malice for fuck sake! Sunshine, rainbows and unicorns are just not who he is. It’s not how he was made, and I accepted that from the moment I realised what he was to me. I don’t mind him being grumpy…just in moderation, that

Anxiety always rises to the surface before any other emotion. Suddenly, the screeching sound of tires reached my ears, and I looked up to see a yellow car with two black stripes pulling into the parking lot. Hayden emerged from the vehicle, wearing sunglasses and allowing his hair to flow freely. It appeared more voluminous today, resembling fluffy clouds atop his head. Donning a black hoodie and black basketball shorts, he sported black sneakers as well. Engrossed in a phone call, he looked up and immediately locked eyes with me, causing me to avert my gaze instantly.