Self Pity Quotes

“Wolves of Crescent moon pack, I’ve found my mate and your future Luna. But, she’s not worthy to be your Luna and my mate therefore I’ll do the needful.” He paused and glared at her. “I Nicholas Curtis, son of Alpha Jason Curtis, reject you Andrea Carlson as my mate and future Luna.” He said without any remorse and I gasped. Everything changed for Andrea Carlson when she was mated to the Alpha’s son. Her mate Nicholas Curtis rejected her instantly when he found out she was his mate, he didn’t want a wolf-less mate or an omega. Her heart shattered instantly and begrudgingly accepted the rejection, due to some circumstances, she was banished and made rogue. She resigned herself to a life of misery in the dark forest were she would be killed. But as she left the pack, fate took pity on her and gave her a second chance mate, a dangerous and most feared Alpha who didn’t want a mate, but Dante knew he simply can’t let her go because of his wolf. Andrea did all she could to make Dante love and accept her as his mate and not a ‘betrayal’, with everything happening Andrea discovers sinister plots at her old pack and fights for what was hers to change her life for good. Can Andrea fights the evil ahead of her and finally find happiness with her second chance mate?

That winter, the Silver Moon Pack holds its annual ski hunt. An avalanche strikes without warning, and the three of us are trapped in a lift pod. There's only one thermal suit left. My mate, Ryan Mercer, gives the thermal suit to me. I survive, but his childhood sweetheart, Eve Hurst, is buried forever beneath the endless white of the mountain. No body is ever found. However, he gazes at me with devotion and says, "Celine Bartlett, you are the love of my life." I soak in those words, believing them. But I have no idea this is the beginning of my nightmare. For the next five years, he speaks to me only with cruelty. "You killed Eve. You're a murderer!" He locks me in the basement and whips me with lashes soaked in wolfsbane. Then, he pretends to show pity and feeds me with a silver fork. When I refuse, he stabs me with silver nails across my legs, carving deep red lines into my skin. "This is what you owe her, and you will repay it!" When I ask for a reject, he stabs a silver dagger into my chest, dragging me into death with him. When I open my eyes, I find myself back on the day of the avalanche. This time, I hand the survival gear to Eve without hesitation. This time, I owe her nothing. And now, I want to see whether they will get their happy ending without me around.

"You're never going to see my worth, are you?" Layla mumbled as tears streamed down her cheeks. "There's hardly any," her husband, Donald pouted mockingly and bursted into laughter, his mistress beside him joined in the jest. "Why not divorce me then?" She blurted. "Because you can't survive without me, you're a charity case, I'm taking pity on you by keeping you here,don't jeopardize that." "What if I can survive without you Donald?" "I'm sure you can't." He laughed. "Should we get a divorce and see then?" The words left Layla's mouth before she could hold it back. ** Layla thought she’d built a forever, despite being aware of her husband's infidelity, she had high hopes for their marriage... until the night of their anniversary, her husband came home late with his mistress and demanded that she slept in the guest room while him and his mistress stayed in their room. That was the moment her world broke, and she finally walked away, returning back to her family's home in London. But fate had other plans for her. Her brother’s best friend, Liam, once a boy she barely noticed, had grown into an insanely attractive young man that she couldn't ignore.

My younger sister, Lydia Miller, and I are unexpectedly reborn into a beastman tribe, where the Beast God gives us a choice of identity. The first option is to become a beast woman with tremendous strength and a tall, imposing physique. The second option is to become a saintess with the ability to reproduce across species and an alluring, graceful figure. In our previous life, Lydia became a beast woman to survive, while I became the frail saintess. She ended up scorned by the tribe's beastmen for not being feminine enough. Meanwhile, I captured the hearts of the three strongest and most handsome beastmen in the tribe with my delicate frame. I became their most cherished beloved. Eventually, they rose to rule the primeval forest, and I basked in endless glory as their saintess. Driven mad with jealousy, Lydia pushed me into a poison swamp when no one was looking. With my last bit of strength, I plunged a poisonous thorn into her body, and we died together. When I open my eyes again, we're back at the moment when the Beast God asks us to make our choice. This time, Lydia rushes to claim the saintess identity first. "Ella, this time I'll be the saintess. Since I pity you so much, I'll let you have those three defective, impotent beastmen." I bite back the wild joy flooding through me. What's so great about serving as a breeding tool anyway? In a primitive society, strength is everything.

"Don't waste your time doing those." I heard his deep voice behind me as l accidentally dropped the spoon in my hand. "I-I wanted to make you breakfast." I replied in a timid voice, a little higher than a whisper. "I'm not hungry." He grumbled as he walked past me to settle on a stool. "Okay." I mumbled as I stood there like a statue not knowing what to do next. "You look hot in that dress." He smirked as he poured some scotch into a glass cup before taking a sip. "it's a pity I don't see you as a woman." "what do you see me as then?" | asked as I blinked away the tears forming in my eyes. "Just a pet." he shrugged. "not my fault your parents sold you to me." "What are you talking about? I'm your wife." I say as l glared at him. "Really? who told you that?" "My parents told me you loved me that was why you married me." My voice broke as I remembered how my parents convinced me into agreeing to our marriage. "Well, your parents lied." *************** Priscilla williams was forced into an arranged marriage because of her parent's debt to powerful mafia king Alfonso de Luca. Alfonso is known to be a cold and powerful person who thinks love is a man's weakness but what happens when Priscilla slowly becomes his weakness.

On the night of Halloween, my best friend, Mina Corvelle, rushes to save the black cat before me, triumph dancing in her eyes. That is when I, Elora Aldridge, realize that she has been reincarnated, too. In my past life, she scorned the stray for being filthy, so she kept her distance. So, it was I who took pity on the cat and rescued it. When I walked past an old blind woman manning a roadside stall, she told me that the cat was a rare dark fortune cat. Once it recognized a master, it would draw dark riches from all directions and bring unimaginable wealth. I dismissed it as superstition. Yet, the very next day, I was inexplicably promoted to director of the department. Soon after, my family's dilapidated old house found itself part of a redevelopment scheme, and we were given compensation of eight apartments and 30 million dollars in cash. Even the enigmatic golden boy of Lakeshire, Cassian Mercer, started to pursue me relentlessly, declaring that he would only marry me and no one else. But not long after I married Cassian, Mina trapped me—and the black cat—inside the apartment. She then set it on fire, burning us alive. Outside the inferno, she screamed, "Why should you get everything without even lifting a finger? All those riches should've been mine!" When I open my eyes again, I find myself back at the very intersection.

For three years, Hannah learned how to disappear. She wore what Daniel chose. Cut her hair when he said it looked “better.” Drank the herbal mixes he prepared every night…small, careful doses that kept her body obedient while quietly stealing her chance at motherhood. He called it balance. He called it care. She called it marriage. She was wrong. Daniel isn’t just cheating. He is engaged to her cousin, Grace. The toddler Hannah helped raise isn’t her nephew. He is Daniel’s son…conceived the same month Hannah walked down the aisle. And the reason Hannah never got pregnant? It was never fate. It was control. Daniel believed he was untouchable. At work. At home. Everywhere that mattered. He forgot one thing. Alexander Mercer. When the truth of Hannah’s life collides with the man Daniel fears most, pity is not what follows. Power is. Alexander offers Hannah a position that places her directly above her husband…and a public role beside him that shields her while Daniel’s world begins to fracture. Hannah doesn’t leave quietly. She doesn’t beg. She doesn’t forgive. She stays. She rises. She watches. Because revenge isn’t loud. It’s strategic. And the most satisfying kind is served by the same hands that once fed you poison.

She was afraid to fall in love. He never lowered the walls of his heart, afraid to face betrayal. Both were busy chasing away the demons of their sleepless nights not knowing when their lives entangled and they crashed into each other, seeking solace from the treacherous world. Valerie Ambrose bumped into Damon Lysander at a downtown club. Eyes met, sparks flew, heat rose, and they ended up having a one-night stand. _ "I don't have cash on me. I forgot my wallet." He slurred, his crystal blue eyes bloodshot red as he stared directly into my eyes, for a moment I thought he was sober, but then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath fanning my neck. "Now are you still interested?" Although the music was blasting through the speakers, but I caught up on his hidden implication. I shook my head in exhaustion "You're drunk Damon. Come I will drop you home." "I don't want to go back there. It hurts Val." He mumbled dryly, but his moist eyes said it all, and I couldn't help but pity him. When I failed to respond he pressed his lips to the side of my neck and inhaled deeply. "Please don't leave me alone." He was barely audible and looked like a mess, a beautiful mess. "I can't bear this anymore." And with that said, he pressed his lips to mine.

Rose was an orphan girl. Enduring a painful past and a black heart. she never cared for anyone. Love, pity, compassion, conscience. Things you never knew. The orphanage was the only home she knew, she was incredibly beautiful, a devilish beauty, the blink of an eye, one that would make any man kneel to her. She committed every crime, and every sin, robbed, killed, and destroyed many homes. She loved seeing the pain in other people's eyes. She was a heartless beast. The only light in her life that could keep her human was her little sister Catherine, her little angel, the light of her life. The only evidence of her humanity, a part of her was still human, just because of her. Until the day she saw her sister's body, dumped in a garbage can. Revenge was burning her soul. The goal of her life became revenge. But she found it much more difficult than she expected, as her sister's killer was a demon, in every sense of the word. She thought herself a monster, but she was wrong, she was an angel to him. Leo, the killer of her sister, was the most feared man in the world, the leader of the largest gang. And the most feared mutants in the universe. And her heart, which never knew fear, became trembling before his eyes. She hated him and he hated her to the point of madness. A love story between two monsters. Blood, jealousy, and murderous obsession. A love that will not be recognized until death.

After being jailed because her husband, Jackson Watson, framed her, Fiona went back home to meet her son and her hated husband, only to find out that her best friend had taken her place of being the madam of their marital home. Worse, she discovered Jackson had forged her signature to steal her company, just like he had done to imprison her two years ago! Being served a divorce paper was just an icing on the cake. Betrayed, furious, and broken, she signed the divorce paper and swore to herself. “You took everything from me, Jackson. Now, watch me take back what’s mine.” At her lowest point of life, kicked off her marital home with just her son with her, she met Ethan Miller, a world-class lawyer who offered his help. But would a renowned lawyer take pity on a divorced woman without asking for anything back? What would happen when Fiona found out that Ethan wasn’t the man she thought him to be and that he had a motive to get close to her? Would it be like Jackson all over again? Leaving her heartbroken with nothing else? Would she follow in her dad’s footsteps and become the most influential CEO with just her son by her side? Or would she forgive him when he begged her back?