Pessimist Novels & Stories

I'm just the easiest target. This heartbreak feels cold. It feels like concrete drying in my chest. This heartbreak was unexpected, as they always are - top of the world one minute and cut down the next. Why is that? Is there part of you that dislikes to see me happy when you are miserable? You do know it is you I am trying to help, right? It is you I work so hard for? Perhaps this is your way of returning to the feelings you are most comfortable with, your chance to dwell in pain and pessimism once more. Yet I can't live there, can't dwell there. So come with me to happiness without throwing another spanner in the works. There are only so many times you can break this heart - one day it'll

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.

“But you, I don’t know.” “Well, my name is Minus, and I’m a Sagittarius. I enjoy long walks on the beach, going to the theater, and knowing what the fuck is going on around here.” “You are funny guys. You two should do a podcast or something. Don’t you think so, Crush?” Mexican Hulk nodded but remained expressionless. Viper continued, “I have a great sense of humor, too, but I also know when to be serious. I wonder if you gentlemen know when it’s time to get serious?”

Nicolas asked me. - "Hmmm....ee... no unfortunately I haven't. I am here as a financial advisor to the new Hospital's Manager. It was an offer I couldn't deny although at the moment I have seconds thoughts" I responded as sincerely as I could. -"Do you have problems with the New Manager?" he questioned. -"Not exactly with the Manager, I would say more with the pack's Alpha". - "Oh I see. Maximus is very notorious about his bad temper and his mistreatment" he said and started searching his jacket pockets while I was looking at him in wonder. I was curious to see what he was looking for....

She said and rolled her eyes. "Is he seriously coming?" "He's habitue here so he will surely come." "I can't wait any longer." "That is why you cannot achieve what you want, you are so impatient." "Let's change position then? So you will know how difficult this is, I feel like time is slowing down to pissed me off more." "See! you are impatient and a spoiled brat that is why you cannot do everything precisely, you want an easy life. There is no such word as easy when it comes to job always remember that you spoiled bitch."

As darkness pulls me under, a tall figure steps into my fading vision. “Apologies ,” he says calmly, “for being late.” Race.

“Oh, I know him better than you imagine.” He bristles, shoulders stiff. He hates the thought, hates that I might hold truths about his master he does not. I lean in, close enough that my breath brushes his ear, my voice low and poisonous. “Perez is what he has always been. A user. A taker. A man who bends the world until it breaks beneath him. Do you think you are different? Do you think he cannot drain you, discard you, as he has discarded others before you?” I feel him tense. His pulse jumps against his throat, a betraying flutter. I almost laugh—it is too easy.

"Nothing much, darling. It's been a long time since we discussed and my terms and condition still apply. I just worry that you do not have the same thing going on." "Definitely not what I expected but what is the difference?" I said, he was a pessimistic fellow, "it is only normal that you will come up with various ideas to keep me at your side but you don't cease to amaze me. You make it really easy for me to believe that you are foolish." I ended the conversation.

My gaze fell on the skin behind his ear, but I said nothing. Upon realizing something wasn't right, he reached up without thinking to rub behind his ear. "This is just a red ink stain. Don't overthink it." I shrugged, giving him a look of nonchalance. He'd explained why the stain was there, but his excuses were simply flimsy. I would've believed them before today. When he noticed my expression soften, he strode over and put an arm around my shoulders. He continued his efforts to convince me against resigning, saying in a kind tone, "Cheer up, okay? The bigger your heart is, the better your mood will be!

He is completely afraid. Me-you all are good for nothing!! Stupid asshole!! Why I am paying you! To Listen to your failures. Asshole!! Motherfuckers!! Don't call me until you find that shit. I scolded him over my phone and threw the phone on my desk viciously. Author's p.o.v Anirudh is already frustrated. His mood is totally ruined after listening that Alseendro has again escaped. Now, He is in his office and sitting lazily with his ruined mood when his PA Jamal enter into his cabin running.