Pitiful Is Adorable Novels & Stories

{~~Avery Sterling~~} I stood before the mirror, my reflection distorted by tears that streamed relentlessly down my cheeks. The sight of my own despair only intensified the ache within me. Each tear was a testament to my overwhelming sense of inadequacy, a reminder of a familiar pain that seemed to echo through the corridors of my past. Fuck, nobody likes an ugly crier. But have I ever been beautiful at anything? "Worthless," I whispered to my reflection, my voice trembling with raw emotion. "So fucking worthless."

I ask as the tears continue to roll down my cheeks. Adrian scoffs as he sizes me up, “Do you really think I will ever love a pathetic human like you?! You were given to my family as a repayment of debt, and that's all you will ever be. You were never worth much anyway.” My heart shatters into a million pieces, and whatever was left of my self dignity is destroyed to smithereens. I nod my head in acceptance as I shut my eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears. The pain in my chest is so intense that I suddenly start to feel numb. At some point I feel like I might pass out just from the cruelty of his words. The torture is so unbearable that I stumble backwards.

“There are fifty words off the top of my head I can describe you with. Nice is not one of them.” “Ouch.” I rubbed my chest with a half smirk, relaxing against the wall once more. “I may not be a nice guy, but I heard misery loves company, so here I am in your most pitiful state. I may not be able to make you feel better, but at least you aren’t alone.”

"Because he is so frail and vulnerable?" "It's not his fragility that moved me. I feel drawn to him, not by pity, but by his strength..." There was an unmistakable hint of admiration in his voice. "He might look plainly vulnerable, but he has a stout spirit. He doesn't easily crack under pressure. He has persevered a tough life on his own. I stand in awe of him." She felt like everytime they met, she discovered something new about him, and it never failed to amaze her. "I never imagined I would ever heard something like that from you."

he said trying to sound comforting “Nah it is fine; I did not even get to meet him so it does not hurt that much” I replied trying to sound unaffected but I noticed he still had that pitiful look on his face and yeah I really that face. One thing I have always loathed my entire life is pity. Since I was a child my mom always made me believe that pity was one thing I should never obtain from people. I guess it was because of what she had to face, but still I loathed that look. “Do not look at me like that again” I spoke out from my thoughts

That there was something bothering her, and even if she wouldn’t admit it herself, her face would. “Well, first of all, the look.” “Oh, my God!” Liviana groaned, arguing again, “There’s no look!” “Yes, there is!” Violet repeated with a soft laugh before continuing. “And then you’ve got the whole... kicked puppy thing going on.” “Kicked- what?” She blinked, asking, “What does that even mean?” “It means that you, my friend, are depressing,” she said, patting her on the shoulder in consolation as she passed. “You get mopey.”

If he lowered his stance, said some nice words, and pretended to be pitiful, he could appease her. … Chris led Paige out of The Quirks. Chris looked at Paige, who was obedient and sweet. She was so obediently sweet that it made him feel heartbroken. Why was she so well-behaved? She was scolded by her own family, which should be upsetting and tear-inducing. She did not have to endure this. Before Paige, Chris thought he was a heartless man. The hardships of the world did not move his heart at all. Many women had tried to seduce him in various ways, with some even pretending to be pitiable. They claimed they had an unhappy childhood, unloving parents, and everyone bullied them. He had heard an

I exclaimed, my voice rising with surprise as I batted her hand away, half-laughing. “Pity,” she said, her tone a mix of serious and playful. “Don’t give me that pitiful look. It’s pathetic and doesn’t suit me at all.” She tried to smile, and I laughed, hoping to lighten the mood, to push away the heaviness that had settled between us.

"Answer me Seb, why did you say I was the strongest person you know?" "Because I felt bad for you." He said it like it was obvious. "You looked pathetic. All alone. Your girlfriend cheating on you. Everyone laughing at you. I felt sorry for you, Jae. That's all. It was pity." Pity. The word hit me like a punch to the stomach. "I don't need your pity," I said. My voice came out small. Broken. "Good," he said. "Because I don't have any more to give."

Because Peanut was adorable. Reasonable. Extremely adorable. God. Dangerously adorable. Fair. Then Peanut reached Lily. Reasonable. Grabbed her leg. God. And stared at Ava. Fair. Suspiciously. Reasonable honestly. Very suspiciously. God. Then Ava smiled. Fair. "Wanna be friends too?" Reasonable. The wrong thing to say. God. The absolutely wrong thing. Fair. Because Peanut immediately buried her face in Lily's leg. Reasonable honestly. The rejection. God.