Pessimist Novels & Stories

"I don't have anything I want to do. My friends have all left me, and I've just been pretending everything's fine. Now, even the one person who's been taking care of me is about to abandon me. I'm just a worthless nobody!" Morgan handed him a tissue and said, "You can still look forward to the future." Christopher had been waiting for this question. He sighed despairingly and replied, "I don't want to. What's there to look forward to when there's no hope in my future at all? Only death can set me free. Just let me die, Dr. Davis!" He continued to play the fool throughout the session, saying the most hopeless and negative things. He was so utterly pessimistic t

she asked. "If you had looked carefully, you could have seen that his words came out of his mouth, not his heart." Then for some reason I shrugged and said, "I got it, even though I didn't want to understand it," my expressionless voice rose from the well of pessimism. "It kills me to understand most things."

Nathan invited me three times, and each time I turned him down, saying I was busy preparing for competitions. On the last day, as I was leaving, he complained, "Nana, Jessie is so sweet, but why is Joe always so rude? He throws a tantrum at home every day, and Jessie is too scared to leave her room."

He raises his voice on his son. Samul hesitated but, looking at his father's angry face, it was better to leave. "I Will never fail, I was patiently waiting for that bitch to sigh up the company to me, But She had the guts to run away from those degusting animals. It took me months to convince the Board of director that the only daughter or my brother Antony had died, and now as the bitch has arrived in the city with her Wolf husband, its a treat for me if she shows up at the Party with her husband it will be game over for me. I have to do something. That bitch has to die."

Cyrus put on the eyepatch and casually said. "If you're a fool, you don't know what pessimism is?" No matter how good Claude's personality is, how can people be scolded directly as stupid? He was about to protest, but the long and small fingers of the man sitting next to him pulled down his eyelids, showing a resting expression.

Black tired circles gradually surface around them. His palm slam his face to rid the boredom off his body. I clash satisfied on my chair. Everything currently runs as planned. How foolish of him. He still questions despite my obvious reluctancy to disclose any information. Well, he's an alpha, he's pretty durable. Am certain he can handle and endure more disappointment and boredom. I chuckle and nod at him. His eyes broaden. He adjust and pull closer. Why not give him little hope before heavily shattering them. I chuckle more.

Or is it me who is being hard on the poor guy? He is just too acold to everything. Even getting an I love you is like milking a donkey. Sometimes I don’t get him. Or maybe I am the problem. Maybe the character development that Ray slapped me with turned me into a pessimist. I see nothing but just negative things about him. And he is the very first man I chose to give a chance after Ray.

“She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.” He took a swig of wine. I didn’t know if that was a compliment or an insult. “What about her son?” I asked cautiously. His jaw tightened. “He’s a parasite. Latches onto his mother like a child needing breast milk. Totally useless. My father always knew it. That’s why the clause exists.” There was something deeper in his voice then—a venom I hadn’t heard before. His hate wasn’t cold. It was personal. Deep. Ugly. “And what happens after six months?” I asked.

Her insecurities got the best of her and she really felt like that he was taking advantage of her by helping and all. "So you think I feel pity for you?" He asked in astonishment. "Yes! We are no match! You think I'm a poor girl struggling so you can take advantage of me! Well I don't need your help!" Her stark reply amused him. "Right! But get that one thing in your head, that I don't feel any pity for you! And I'm really going to make you my wife, resist or not! It's up to you" he declared in a solidified tone.

The kid I saw growing up is so big and taller than me is now smoking and stuff makes me worried. “Off course you will say no reason is good enough to smoke and all that bullshit but you won’t understand” he told while giving me a look. “I am just worried. The amount of cigerattes you smoke in a day is concerning. Leave it let’s go they are waiting for us” “Not me, only you. It’s only you who cares for me” “That’s not true you know that, right? Now stop with those sad statements and let’s go” We started walking again and reached the dinner table.