Self-defeating Synonym Novels & Stories

She talks less but would always overthink many things, sometimes she was mostly a pessimist, her dad wanted to shake her out of her shell but he just couldn't wrap his head around how to do that, when she is rarely lively, she would always go online and watch short videos and memes, she would sometimes laugh out loud when the need arises and would always talk to herself sharing the joke with no one, her father saw that as a great improvement and installed wireless routers in the home providing her with unending WiFi and data subscriptions. ********** Knock knock, Mr. Williams opened the door to his daughter's room when she didn't answer. He saw Vada gazing out through her window as usual, sh

He figured synonyms were words that meant the same thing. The new guy turned to him and gave him a pointed look, as though his choice of words were a warning. 'Obliterate,' Mike thought. 'He's going to obliterate my life if I don't do what he wants.'

The weight of Scarlet’s cruel words bore down on her like a crushing weight, threatening to drag her into the depths of her own self-loathing. Amidst the chaos of her hallucinations, a glint of light caught Emily’s eye, a shattered shard of glass that was within reach. At that moment, she felt a sense of helplessness hit her hard as she reached for the glass shard, with words of self-deprecation tumbling from her lips: “I don’t deserve to live; I’m not worthy.”

A little something called self sabotage. Self sabotage; behavior or thoughts, especially of an involuntary or unconscious nature, that are harmful to one’s own interests or development. Liviana never thought of herself as being so reckless, so careless. So, why was it that whenever the threat of having her mask ripped away arose, she turned into this villain? She would scream, thrash, threaten. And then, when none of that worked, she would plot. She would rewrite her character, stopping her dance as, instead, she glared. She stopped the entertainment, dropping the act and putting an end to her puppet show, and she would emerge as someone new, someone unrecognizable. Someone that they wouldn’

he snapped. Stefan shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. He calmly replied, "A sycophant is someone who has no capacity, is at the bottom, then tries to rise to the top by stepping on his colleagues and fanning the boss with seduction, that's a sycophant."

Harmony questioned with a concerned smile. "I'm fine," I replied and nodded reassuringly. "That's what she said!" Tenda yelled, which earned her a glare from Blake. "Bestie..." Harmony drawled with a sigh. "I- am- fine," I spoke slowly, like I was talking to a child. "Also I know suicide is not the best option" "That's what they always say, but when you turn your back they do it," Ifeanyi muttered to which I glared at him. "Foodie, I hope you are not in denial, you need to come to terms with what happened." Tony said with a smile

And then, because I didn’t really know what he meant, I asked, “…what exactly do you mean by ‘doofus’?” “Somebody who, either out of a lack of intelligence – which isn’t your problem – or a deficit of self-esteem, sells herself short and puts up with crap she shouldn’t. Only doofuses work for douchebags,” he said, with an expression like I hate to break it to you, kid, but the truth hurts. Okay, by that definition, I actually am kind of a doofus, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him.

"Nevermind.." Yes, I am too coward. I am sorry if I failed myself.

"You are weak, and your pack's weakness is a reflection of your own inadequacy." His words pierced through me, igniting a fierce fire of defensiveness and frustration within. I straightened my posture, refusing to be consumed by his harsh judgment. "Don't mistake my seemingly gentle demeanour for weakness.” I retorted; my voice infused with a newfound determination. “I may not break bones with a single strike, but I have something far deadlier—my intelligence and resilience.”

Lemme define it like a dictionary would: Chatyness/tßæti:nǝs/ is the feeling of shyness/timidity or desperation(to continue a conversation) while chatting on a social media or messaging platform; which usually results in one deleting what one has typed or saying something absurd. When I realised that I won't reach the number of chapters I intended to. I called out to Eric, the boy from the "Science group" who asked me during the outing night to review his work, "Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". I asked him for permission to publish his prologue(which was the part I reviewed for him) and he happily granted that to me. So, here goes nothing: