Pitiful Is Adorable Novels & Stories

Because once when I'm alone this is me. The foolish, Stupid Broken Adassah. Who does nothing about her broken heart but to cry in pain again and again.

she pouts. “Because hot guys would never go for me?” “Hot guys have… a type.” “And I’m not that type,” I ask. “You’re sweet. And adorable.” “Adorable? Is that some sort of backwards way of saying I’m not hot?” “Don’t be so sensitive, Piper. I meant it as a compliment.” A compliment. She meant that hot guys would never be interested in me because I’m adorable and not good enough for them as a compliment. “I just want you to set your sights on things you can obtain. Oh,” she gasps when she sees someone walking past. “Shaina!”

She always made her feel inferior, the ugliest, the most incompetent, promiscuous, and incapable. "She’s never loved me, and I... I was just hoping for her approval," Libia sobbed, covering her face with both hands. Lison savored his triumph. Libia was nothing more than a shattered window, and all it had taken was a little push to break her completely.

Only I know how these looks of pity feel . No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them. Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look. Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it. Was now just an object of pity. The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now. And you know the worst part? No matter what you do. It will never....be like it was before. What's lost can never return. Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.

I sighed " that's because I did, but I don't, not anymore." She said as she lowered her head. "You were my princess, my babygirl, what do you mean?" I asked as I started feeling a sharp pain in my heart. "Because I love him Justin, he's the one I wanna be with now. Adrian just makes me happy." She explained "And what? I don't?" I questioned She stayed silent causing me to take a deep breath. " you know what fine, if you wanna be a slut and hoe yourself around, then by all means please do I'm not stopping you. Your not even worth a broken heart" I bitterly laughed before walking out the room.

Pitiful maybe. “I promise… if you stop crying.” Kaelin’s little wounded face sobers me up. His cute way of saying it, all whispery and kind. Like he’s comforting a hurt or sick child. Smoothed out brow, inviting expression over softness because he clearly has an aversion to mental breakdowns.

There was something deeply wrong in that expression… not just cruelty, but a kind of childlike delight in suffering. "You're persistent, ain't you, little rat?" he laughed, turning around fully, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched me struggle to even lift my chin off the floor. The casual stance suggested he had all the time in the world. "I'll give you that. Most humans would have gone unconscious from the shock five minutes ago. Your beast blood is keeping your heart beating just long enough to make this painful. It's truly pathetic." The word "pathetic" echoed in my mind, joining all the other voices that had ever told me I wasn't enough. The pack members who whispered behind m

Motioning for Feli to start eating her food. 'What is there to 'apologize' for, if this man returns to torture my living mud?! And damn it, my brain and body are betrayed! I hate enjoying his touch!' Feli groaned inwardly. ***

“How pitiful!” He sighed. The hired driver found it funny and asked, “Who’s pitiful?” Adrian pointed at the man in front. “That uncle is so young and he’s already using a cane, like an old grandpa.” The driver took a look and said, “I reckon he’s a lame man.” “I can tell. That’s why I said he is pitiful. He is about the same height as my dad. My dad is amazing. He can kill a tiger with a single blow!”

Willow's POV I stood staring at my reflection in the mirror, the woman staring back at me almost unrecognisable. My cheeks were hollow, my blue eyes sunken deep with dark circles beneath them, and my once vibrant hair hung limp and lifeless. The long, low-cut dress clung to my body, a testament to the weight I’d lost. The high slit up my leg seemed to mock me, revealing not just skin but the fragile state of my soul.