Pitiful Is Adorable Novels & Stories

"I'm not stupid." "Um, not stupid, I'm good to take the pain a little. I disinfect the wound. The more I look at it, the more I want to beat them to death, my baby is so pitiful and sick and was still beaten by them. Had to kill, kill. over!"

His eyes softened so much, it made me my heart melt. “I think because even his pain is pleasurable to her. I believe you have the wrong picture of the sort of punishment she likes and that Alec was so rudely referring to. I would never punish you the way you’re thinking Rhea. I would never hurt you the way you’ve been hurt before” he said delicately while cupping my face. Even his pain is pleasurable to her. Is Adrian’s pain pleasurable too? He was right. My idea of a punishment cannot be pleasurable no matter who was administrating it, not even him.

“And judging by the look on your face? You weren’t mad about it.” I groaned and dragged both hands down my face. “This is mortifying.” “Mortifying?” she repeated, crossing her arms. “No, honey. This is hilarious. And honestly? Kinda cute.” “Cute?” I echoed, baffled. “Cute,” she confirmed with a nod. “You. Soft. Blushing. Letting someone pin you like a butterfly to a board. Cute.” I buried my face into my hands again. “Just don’t tell me he purred when he growled at you.”

I lowered my head to hide my tears, trying my best to remain standing and composed, even though deep inside I felt like falling down on my knees and disappearing from this world completely. "Oh look!" Leah pointed her finger mockingly towards my face, smiling viciously and enjoying my pain and misery completely. "She is crying again! Exactly like she always does! She really knows nothing else but crying and feeling sorry for herself huh? You are twenty-six years old already Lilian! You are no longer a little child! Stop acting so pitiful and weak! Crying won't change your fate or make your life any better! You are poor, you are worthless, and you will always remain exactly like this no matte

Patrick’s words kept echoing in my mind, sharp and cruel: pathetic, pitiful, convenient. How could the man who had told me for five years that he loved me, that he would do anything for me, turn around and admit he’d been pretending all along? I felt like a fool, a complete and utter fool. I had given him everything—my love, my trust, my vulnerability—and in return, he had used me. How foolish had I been? I wrapped my arms around myself as sobs wracked my body. “Pathetic, pitiful, convenient,” I whispered, repeating his words.

I felt utterly hopeless. Worthless. Lifeless. I couldn't even feel anything I was so numb, so frozen. I shook my head laughing bitterly. "My ass he loves me..." I muttered wiping my tears and curling into a ball closing my eyes. "How can she still be beautiful with snot running down her face?" A voice asked. "Beats me. But she's still breath taking." another replied. I sniffled and opened my eyes to meet soft, sad ones of my two best freinds while they crouched in front of

"You will mark me now?" He nodded. "You seem desperate enough for that. That's why I am doing it for you. I pity you." Pity. My mood turned sour. What an irritating word. Despite all the hardships and painful experiences I had, I never wanted to be pitied by someone. I felt like someone had showered me with a bucket of cold water. I sank into the tub and submerged again, shuddering at the cold. "Do not pity me, Your Majesty. I don't like it."

Little liar. He has a beautiful voice? I giggle to myself. I remember it felt good to push him off the mountain, to watch his face. The vodka has made me sloppy, but you should know I'm not a light head. Or maybe I am. Mahone slowly plays the chords. "I have somethin' to say, but you're not here So, I'm gazing at the moonlit sky and say these words, You appeared in my life, like a comet You showed me all the stars, all the shiniest

His eyes were hungry, amused, and cruel. “Sweetheart,” he rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly, “you look like you’ve been a bad girl. Can you handle two? Or will you break ?” I whimpered, my body needy and desperate with Adrian’s cum still dripping down my thighs. “Oh, what a big girl,” he murmured, his tone almost reverent, as if he could see the depths of my depravity.

Priscilla's eyes twinkled like the evening stars as she gushed about his commanding height and charming demeanor. "Oh, his broad shoulders," Evanna chimed in, her voice a melodious purr, "I just adore them. I long for the day when I can feel his strong arms around me." Her fingers drew circles on the tablecloth as she lost herself in the thought, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in a moment of dreamy anticipation.