Pitiful Is Adorable Novels & Stories

Melissa says with some pitiful look. That pitiful….. pitiful look stabbing Dr's heart. Feeling pity for her enemy, what a lobster! You should be stabbed and sold to the vampire in the nearly wood. Those sucking blood should be the one to give you a great sucked of that pitiful look. Dr said in his thoughts. "Are you out of your mind?" Dr asked with great bad looks.

I need to calm my mind to think straight. You're straight, Damian. You don't need this identity-searching bullshit. I turned to look at Adrian who's breathing slowly under his blanket. Look at him. He's not even all that. He's so skinny like a fragile little worm. His personality sucks too—always complaining, dramatic, and full of stupid vocabulary. His brown eyes that lits up when the sun hit it. His soft, bubbly cheeks that makes you want to pinch it while he's eating. His soft skin—

She was on her knees now, a pitiful sight, and I looked down at her, a cruel, almost animalistic smile playing on my lips. Oh, how innocent she looked, how utterly vulnerable and helpless. It was almost comical, the way she pleaded. And her begging… it didn't soften me. Instead, it fueled a dark, twisted desire within me to punish her, to break her completely until she understood her place. I found a perverse pleasure in her fear, in her pleas for mercy. It was a thrill I rarely allowed myself to indulge in such raw form.

I said through gritted teeth. He chuckled. “Right, you just couldn’t live without me. Always cooking, always smiling, pretending to be the perfect wife. You were so desperate for my attention it was pathetic.” I looked at him... at the smug expression, the shallow arrogance, the cold eyes. And for the first time, I didn’t feel pain. I felt… pity. “You know what’s pathetic, Donald?” I said quietly. “That you think cruelty makes you powerful.” His smirk faltered for just a second, but the girl beside him laughed. “Oh please,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. “You should be grateful he even married you. Look at you... you’re… what? Thirty? He’s way out of your league.”

“You can be annoyingly ‘annoying’ at times.” “I know.” Kiara responded sadly. “You’ve told me so many times since we’ve been here.” “Then at least shut up for once.” “I-I’m sorry.” Gabe groaned again, looking over at her as she took tiny and hesitant steps forward. “You’re pouting again, I’m starting to think you do it in order to look pitiful. If so, you’ve succeeded...you look like a f*cking lost puppy.” “B-But I’m a wolf.”

I wanted to be worth him. Breaking down on my knees, I cried out, pouring out the pain from the sad news earlier today and the feeling of being unloved. It ached. The thought of it. Everything ached so much. More tears streamed down with force, followed by some mucus which I don’t attempt to hold in because I felt weak. Lifeless. It felt like his words had drained every single ounce of life in me. My eyes were starting to ache so badly. Every part of me did. I felt so pitiful and I hated that.

The once loving and caring partner I knew has transformed into a terrifying figure, causing me immense pain and fear on a daily basis. Throughout this horrifying ordeal, Nichole repeatedly screams hurtful words, "You are worthless and don't deserve a mate!" Her words cut deep, leaving emotional scars that are just as painful as the physical abuse. The constant barrage of insults and belittlement chips away at my self-esteem, leaving me feeling trapped and powerless.

He was beaten black and blue. Sadie laughs. A menacing and cold laugh. “That’s right. There is no reason for you to live. I would have spared you if the woman you called ‘Babe’ was still my friend, but she’s a backstabbing bitch and seeing her in pain at losing you will bring me unmeasurable joy.” I clamp my jaw at the insult to Piper. Piper, on the other hand, tenses. A gasp left her mouth at Sadie’s cruel words.

she mouthed. Pity is a weak emotion, but it can be a useful tool. These vultures were pathetic. They’d turned on Tamara in a heartbeat, they were trying to use me now, but they were just… scared kids. Scared of disappointing their parents, scared of an uncertain future, something I’d been privileged to know. I’ve lived through these and just decided to offer a little consolation in the way I can.

"Yes, little miss cutie pie." I shook my body, "what did I say about calling me a cutie pie, seems you really don't want me to be entangled with me anymore right?" "Are you not cute?" "No I'm not," I said while scrolling through my phone. "Okay fine, I apologize you're not cute." "Thank you..." "You're adorable instead," "Glen..." I yelled while pushing him off the bed. He burst out into a hard laugh, a tear slipping down his cheeks, "but I'm not joking, you're literally adorable."