Pitiful Is Adorable Novels & Stories

"Nana, this girl is so pitiful. Let's take her home." As soon as I heard those words, my consciousness suddenly returned to me. The familiar faces and scenes flooded back, and I immediately accepted the fact that I had been reborn. The girl was shivering from the cold. Her tattered clothes barely concealed the signs of abuse on her body. Standing before me was a boy with delicate features. A hint of sadness lay between his brows. His bright eyes were filled with sympathy and pity for the girl. His expensive branded clothes screamed "rich, naive young heir" from head to toe.

“No need to treat me with pity. I hate it.” The raw admission, so un-Orhan-like, cracked something open in my chest. A weak laugh escaped me, more of a relieved exhale. “Pity you? I could never pity you. You’re too much of a weird little creature. You’d probably find a way to monetize my pity into a small business.” A flicker of something almost like a smile touched his eyes, gone in a second. He just looked at me, dead-on, his gaze too old for his face.

"Wow, so you think you're tough now huh? You think a few years away from me, has somehow made you stronger? Gave you a pair of balls you never had? You're still pathetic ya know!... A little pussy, and all he knows how to do is cry. Cry and pray to the moon goddess that she would send him someone who would love his pathetic ass! Yeah, you didn't think I heard those stupid little prayers of yours did you? I cringed every time I listened to those stupid pathetic prayers of yours as you cried!" Mark growled as he quickly moved around Anders before lunging forward. His canines sinking into Devin's shoulder as his claws went into his sides.

I plop down, my arms still crossed, and my gaze fixed on his. Again, a hum emits from the back of his throat as though he’s savoring me. “You’re adorable when you pout.” Why are you so…infuriating…

I hadn’t intended for Ghost to hear them, but he had heard them. His response was a grunt. “What is discomforting is the fact that you’ve allowed yourself to be constantly humiliated by people who are unworthy.” He fumed. “I’m unable to understand why a person of your status has become so pitiful.” “I’m pitiful?” He answered. “You are.” My heart had been shattered by his words. My soul had become wet and my stomach churned with bile. My hand curled into fists, fists so tight my knuckles paled.

"What do you say, my love?" "Yes... I accept... I accept, Adal. I want you to call me your love, and I want to call you my delicious little bug in bed," I lick my lips. "My delicious little bug?" he bursts out laughing, not at all offended. Wow, his smile is beautiful and infectious. It's rare to see him smile like this, showing his perfect teeth. I want to know why.

Gotta keep her feel loved till the right time to start torturing her. "Hello?" Comes her sweet voice. "What are you doing, darling?" I ask leaning against my chair. "Umm, I am getting my nails done." She replies. "Are you making yourself more pretty for me?" I ask teasingly. "Nope." She replies with a giggle. "Then for who?" I ask faking anger. "It makes me feel pretty. Because I know you don't like me because of my outer beauty." She replies smartly. "Of course my sweetheart. I like you for your kind heart so I don't care if you wrap yourself in a plastic bag and come in front of me." I tell her with a smirk.

His happiness washes over me and I can't help feeling how seriously pathetic these big ass men are. ‘Don't do that, don't call them pathetic. They are ours, why must you be like this?’ Adira growls at me. ‘Oh do shut up, Adira. We don't even know them’ My irritation with her crap is getting thin. Staring at the plane, I can feel my panic starting again. ‘Who’s pathetic now Lizzy?’ The seriously sarcastic voice of my so called fucking wolf.

To a prideful woman like Heather, his words poked her heart like a needle. “Don’t do things that will make me look down on you, then. From the surface, you seem to be bursting with confidence, but you are, in fact, a pathetic worm with an inferiority complex.” Yet again, he used the term ‘pathetic worm’ to describe her, an insult that hurt her deeply.

There are two enormous characters printed under the gems, infatuation. As the captions showed up, so did a young lady in a white dress! She pompously requested others, and out of nowhere a kid showed up and condemned her, and the young lady took off crying. The big screen out of nowhere went dull, and the music changed its style. The young lady admitted to the kid, however was dismissed. The kid said she didn't figure out adoration. The young lady was miserable to the point that she returned home and cried with her mom in her arms.