روايات وقصص ضمن Pessimiste

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

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

This was bad. Very bad.

“That’s optimistic of you.” He smirks, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “It’s realistic. You’d know the difference if you weren’t so hell-bent on being a pessimist all the time.” I roll my eyes, but there’s no heat behind it. “I’m not a pessimist. I’m a realist. There’s a difference.” “Sure,” he says, his smirk widening. “Keep telling yourself that.” I shake my head, but I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips. For all his infuriating arrogance, Levi has a way of cutting through the tension that’s almost...disarming.

Impatiently waiting for my response. *****

“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.

"Best Christmas wish ever." "Agreed."

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 turned it on and a google search on Joseph King came up. “I was just trying to figure out who he was and what he was capable of. Jensen, he has done some horrible things and always gets away with it. I just don’t want to lose you. I have already lost my family, I can’t lose you too. Please stay with me in Rome.” I laughed and this upset her more. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny.” I stopped laughing and looked at her. “I am laughing because he may be dangerous, but I am worse. He won’t even know what hit him when I am done with him. I can promise you that.”

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