Social Misfit Meaning Novels & Stories

Hurry up! Yvonne scoffed. "You don't want to do it? Then, we'll just let this bastard…" Afraid that she would do as she threatened, I interrupted quickly, "I'll do it!" Trembling, I reached back and undid the clasp on my bra. Yvonne stared at me ravenously as I looked into the camera and said slowly, "I am a homewrecker. I'm a bitch. Please save my son…" Yvonne slapped me so hard that my head jerked to the side.

People watch me as I pass, some with open curiosity, others with barely concealed amusement. They look like they know who I am, and they know what I did in the past. And none of them look like they're in any hurry to welcome me. The unity between these so-called Misfits is one of a kind. They're all acting against me. They're all doing the same thing their Alpha is doing to me—ignoring me.

"I'm going in for surgery right now!" "Oh!" I believed her and watched her retreating figure with genuine emotion. What a pair of… I thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with the right words. Calling them a pair of lovebirds didn't seem right—they weren't married. Matt and I were the married couple, so that wouldn't work. But… Matt didn't like me. I'd seen on TV that when a husband and wife don't love each other, they can choose to divorce. I patted my slightly defective head and pulled out my phone to contact a lawyer about divorce.

Having been trapped by recordings twice, Misty had truly learned her lesson. Even when discussing matters privately with Jessica, she refused to leave any trace. "Suicide? Seriously?" Jessica burst into laughter, her voice oozing sarcasm. "We're not exactly saints. Don't we all understand people like him? People like him are greedy, addicted to gambling, selfish, and have no moral boundaries! "You, me, and him are all the same! None of us would ever think of death when we can live—not to mention stabbing ourselves with a sharpened toothbrush!"

His smile could not be more sweet or more charming than it is right now. “You have really bad taste, you know that?” “Why would you say that?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow. “You know we’re a bunch of irresponsible assholes who light shit on fire and lick cat turds when no one’s looking, right?” “Sounds like a house full of hellions.” I snort. “You got that right.” “Seems like I could fit right in.” The ice surrounding my heart is melting fast. “Maybe. If you play your cards right.”

A low-life hood…I feel so useless…Misunderstood…Mirror, mirror on the wall…Who's the baddest of them all…Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world…I'm rotten to the core, core…Rotten to the core…I'm rotten to the core, core…Who could ask for more…I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door…I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the…I'm rotten to the core…Call me a schemer…Call me a freak…How can you say that…I'm just unique…“ She turned to the camera and gave it a smirk and small shoulder shrug before she went back to killing the rouges and hunters that filled the place ”What, me a traitor…Ain't got your back…Are we not friends..What's up with that…So I'm a misfit..So I'm a flirt…I broke

"I just wish I knew what I did wrong. I miss my best friend so much. Without him around, it's like having coffee without sugar—bitter." "That's a nice comparison. How about me? When I'm not around, how does it feel?" I frowned at his question. I thought of what to say. "I guess my days would be like a pickle without vinegar," I replied. "Why the vinegar? I take a bath twice a day, I never smelled even once in my life. Even my fart smells like perfume," he complained, raising his voice because he got offended. "Silly, I said it's like a pickle without vinegar. I didn't say you're the vinegar yourself. Oh, gosh!" He made me slap my forehead out of frustration. He got mad without even waiting f

You could say the world runs differently when it involves the rich and the poor. If there is something Alice would love to change about the system then it will be this. She doesn’t understand why the members of the royal society will be offered a private tuition for their children. As she would read through a book written by an American hidden author who said ‘We are in the twenty first century, hence every child deserves to be treated equally.’

"He's just a performer, please let him go, you’re causing a scene!" "I’ll cause whatever I damn well please!" I roared, flinging her arms off of me. I turned my venom back to the man in front of me. I let go of his wrist only to start poking him hard in the shoulder, driving him back toward the vanity. "Misfits like you shouldn't even exist. You're a bloody stain. You're a mistake. People like you... you're meant to be stepped on. You're meant to be broken to pieces."

"I've told mom seceray times that I didn't want to have anything to do with this girl, she's not what I want in a woman, infact she's not close to it" "But she's beautiful , you...." Marcus didn't let August finish the sentence before he snapped "would being beautiful take care of my kids?" "Infact, I just can't cope with that girl being around me" "You talk about her like she irritates you" "Yes she does, like have you seen her smoke and drink?" "I'm sure you're saying this because you've not seen this girl in display before" "Fun fact" he paused "she's a sex addict" August jaw dropped.