Novelas y relatos de Pessimist

His harsh gaze was on her. "You're scaring me, now." She exhaled a shuddering breath, "I can't work with strictness. I've told you before." Tears rolled down as he heaved a deep sigh. 'He's a mafia. How am I going to take this? I can lose him at any time. ' Her chest began to move up and down with every breath. His arms curled around her, "I hate this water game," His voice was intense. "You should tell me," she said,

I asked. “This is the first time in my life that you’ll be so pessimistic about this. Is it because you’re scared? Celina, get that pessimistic spirit out. Or I can do that for you,” he said the last part with a teasing smirk. I couldn’t help but playfully roll my eyes at him. This man never fails to amuse me.

“I know, but he’s too pessimistic. Can’t he think that we’ll be able to live happily after all this?” “Yes, but as a king, he always thinks of the worst possibilities, and at a time like that, he has to minimize all those possibilities. If he fails, then the hundreds of thousands of human lives on his shoulders will be victims.” “I don’t mean to be impudent, but right now, you are one of the possible causes of failure.” Odette was stunned.

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

"If we are talking about this critically ,my whole year has been shitty ... Scratch that my whole life has been a whole lot of what you call bullshit " "Why was I even brought into this world my life is worse that a horror film because it's not a film or a nightmare but a fucking reality" I say ,the frustration at this point is frustrating and at this point me think about how frustrating my frustration is ,is making me more frustrated and the fact that I have said the word frustration more than twice is totally annoying and nerve-wracking because if I say that word one more time I might actually shoot myself in the head with a gun .

I said, " do you know doctor there's a difference between being realistic and being a pessimist? I'm not asking you to tell me that I'll be flying over rooftops." I went on, "The day I start the therapy but can you make it seem less like it's a waste of time you know dead he was quiet for a moment," He went on, "I'm sorry but I've seen people get so frustrated because of this, and they lose themselves. It is not really their fault. A silver bullet is very deadly to a wolf system the fact that you are even alive at all shows that you are indeed one of a kind and very strong," I smiled to see that is what we call being positive "...didn't that feel much better t

“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.

Disillusioned individuals who genuinely believed the hogwash being taught to them by some obscure extremist. They can't possibly be right....It's not possible, is it?... ***