Pessimist Novels & Stories

But every time I show weakness, they beat me up to death. I can even remember Odin's favorite motto for me. "If you are weak, then you have no right to live in this world," That's Odin's favorite line. But... where am I? It's impossible that Odin will let me out of their sight. They can't let me gone even just for an hour. For them, I'm a tool or a machine that they can use and experiment with every time they want. Yes, they are that cruel. And I loathe them to the core!

She shakes her head knowing how I fend for both of us with all my money. "I hope she knows what she's getting into, Abdul will leave that job once she has settled in. Abdul and laziness are like five and six." I laugh quietly, knowing every word is true. He is the definition of lazy, entitled and manipulative. "We'll be fine. That's for sure." She sighs and looks away from me, I pat her hand knowing she is very worried about me. Even I want my optimistic words to be true.

I say shooting the last bit of rum. “Hermano, isn’t that a bit much? Aren’t you scared you will be pushing her away from you this way. I mean it isn’t that you two are thick as thieves.” Poté’s expresses his concerns. “I rather have her fearing and hating me and remaining a wolf, then have her all powered up like some magical wolf on vampire steroids. I have to think about the safety of my pack first before I think about my own happiness.”

She made his skin crawl as how she behaves looks pathetic in all ways to him. "Damn weak humans" he pouted and hissed. Still, in his ample thoughts he heard a sound like someone was falling, the sound was not quite loud but he heard it because of his high hearing senses. He then quickly shifted his gaze upward, the sight he saw made him twitch his brow and then knit them.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

Lorenzo angrily pushed the perfectly stacked papers off his desk as he spoke on the phone. "Listen here you little fucker, you better not mess this up. How the fuck did you lose $250K? Find it, and if it is not here by 10pm tonight, consider yourself a fucking dead man." He spat, hanging the phone up. John, who was silently watching Lorenzo as he was sitting on the chair in front of him, tilted his head as he watched his best friend angrily pace around the room.

"But even after unending efforts, sweat and blood, they fail miserably. Back-breaking failures are common. And now some of them have nothing left, don't you think it's miserable?" "Miserable, hmm!!" Creed stopped in tracks. "I have learned it the hard way that this entire world is a giant failure, and I also believe that human life is nothing, just inexplicable junk in the universe. Every one of us is doomed to be a colossal failure forever. Our lives and existence on the cosmic scale amount to absolutely nothing. And the worst part and the most terrifying fact is that no matter how hard we try, we can never change this fate, ever!"

he let out a sigh while shaking his head. "Sometimes, I feel pity for her," he said, looking up, "I know I shouldn't feel pity for her..." he murmured lowly, "but...her innocence... naiveness makes me feel sorry for hurting her," he said and chuckled as if remembering something, "She sleeps like a rabbit... murmuring in her sleep while remembering her ex-husband," he chuckled.

"The First Born said we would have multiple attempts if needed. One failure does not mean total disaster." "But multiple failures might drain us too much to succeed at all," she countered. "Dusk, please," her brother Dawn said tiredly. "Can you try optimism just once? Just for today?" "I am being realistic, not pessimistic. There is a difference." "There really is not."

“Miracles don’t happen to me.” My heart sank, deep into the ocean of fear. Nowadays, he has become pessimistic, speaking like a sad drunk poet. I couldn’t blame him; with what had happened with his father and mother’s deaths, that’s enough to change anyone. “Let’s not be optimistic. Let’s look for a silver lining.” I refused to give up. I was still clinging to the little hope that wasn’t there. The thought of that man walking free sickened my stomach, and it brewed a nausea.