Toxic Positivity Novels & Stories

The morning was about to come when I woke up my Honey and read to her the copy of positivity I wrote the whole night. I believed that focusing on positive thoughts would help her conquer her cancer-related illness. I was loud, bold, clear, and sympathetic to the situation. Here’s what I said after I wrote:

The toxic was so strong that it began to affect the students down below. “Illusion toxic” Adrian was quite surprise. He knew that illusion wasn't just her power. For some reason his skin felt tickling when it met the toxic. “What a dangerous toxic!” Adrian felt surprise in down. The toxic was enough to waste a full state. This toxic was endless. It didn't seems to stop.

She frowned at me. "Are you indicating me?" "No. I was just asking", I replied. "In that case, two broken people can only create more problems for each other. Both are insecure as fuck–", she stopped midway. "Sorry for the language but I don't like this term of fixing each other. An adult should have the ability to get fixed. That's how life works. We can't depend on others. Because then we start depending on the person who fixed us, we start being protective and possessive for them, we start being insecure that we may lose them too. Then–", she breathed heavily. "We become toxic as hell. We kill ourselves in insecurity and kill them with our toxicity. Our insecurity frustrates them and make

Comfort said, “ No, the Holy Spirit cannot be a friend talk more of a helper of a lazy girl like you. Ah! You are lazy, I mean you are lazy. I wonder what kind of Man will marry you. These were critical, unkind, cutting words, Comfort spoke to our friend, Abundance. Everyone was shocked to hear her. We tried as much as possible to endure her but she was making me feel uncomfortable. I became burdened for her. I decided to call my friends one day to share my opinion. We all agreed she has become toxic. I told them living with her is becoming unbearable. She talks to people anyhow, she has no control of the tongue. She opens her mouth to insult people. She is rude, arrogant, and censorious. Sh

You keep fighting, you keep arguing, and you keep doubting where it’s going. You have started to doubt yourself. You have lost your self-worth. You are made to feel worthless or just not good enough. You are reminded that you have so many problems. You are subtly reminded that your partner is doing a favor by staying with you. You are often compared with others and asked to learn from them. You don’t remember when was the last time you were told how amazing you are. A toxic relationship will always suck out all the self-confidence that you had.

"Is it just me, or have you been flourishing since you severed ties with my rival?" "First of all, it's just you," I wanted to retort, "and second, who even talks like that? 'Rival,' seriously? He wishes he was that important to Max, whereas Max wouldn't even spare him a glance." "Well, you know what they say," I prepared to lie through my teeth as I sat down, recognizing that this wasn't the moment to speak my mind. As challenging as it was, I managed to conclude my thought with, "cutting off toxic people is the best form of self-care."

I said and felt a lump in my throat saying the words. "But you belongs to me, lyubov." he again said like it is the obvious thing in the world. Why don't he take anything seriously. He always thinks like everything will happen according to him, but it will not if he continues to be like this then I will have to leave from here and I will leave from here. "I had enough of this toxicity!" I yelled at him and he came closer to me. "I'm a toxic man, lyubov and I would like to be with you in a toxic relationship and stay happy rather than to be in a healthy relationship and become unhappy for the rest of our lives." he rasped in my ear making chill ran down my spine.

"Oh? And why is that?" "I can handle the fragile ego that is somehow mixed with arrogance. But toxic masculinity? That's a no from me." "Is it really?" "Mhm." she says, her arms crossing over her chest. "It is." "May I ask why?" "Toxic being in the title should be a very obvious sign, shouldn't it?" She says, raising a brow at the man who brushes it off, continuing to play along. "Toxic is nothing more than a warning sign for dangerous chemicals. And as far as I'm aware, I've not been made in a lab and should not contain any toxic chemicals." He says, giving her a look as he questions if she was a different story.

And damn me for almost believing that. “No, you can’t. No one is as sane to do that.” I said in defense, denying the idea that someone is willing to do that. “Then I can be insane for you…And don’t ever think that will happen because I promise you, it won’t happen. I won’t let people hurt you. This entertainment industry is toxic. That is why I am here to help you cement your good reputation. You’ve worked hard this far.” I nodded, biting my lip, “Thank you.”

He shook Xavier's charred body, screaming, "You could have died without taking my house with you! Now, it's all gone. Everything's ruined! My house…" For days, he howled in grief before finally pulling himself together enough to go back to work. But as soon as he clocked in, his boss told him, "You've missed too much work. Besides, with everything going on in your family, your focus is clearly elsewhere. You're fired." Tobias broke down. Since then, he had lost his wife, his child, his job, and the only place he could call home. With nothing left to cover Xavier's funeral, he cast the ashes aside. When asked later where they had gone, he couldn't even remember.