Ungrateful People Novels & Stories

Then I speak after a few seconds of silence. "It doesn't matter if they did something to me or not. But all I want to say is that they don't respect people they don't think are worthy enough. They play with people's feelings and they also love to manipulate everyone for their joy. They think that they own the world and they can do as they wish, and most importantly, none of them respects or cares about their mate or even their parents, for that matter. So how can you expect something decent to come out of such people?" I know my speech might sound biased and mean, but it is all true. None of the people in Jasper's group have the record of being nice children or mates.

Not this time. I stood up slowly, fixing him with a cold stare. “Ungrateful household,” I shot back, my voice low and sharp. “You have no idea how annoying you are. Prideful, arrogant, womanizing, and completely self-absorbed. You use people like disposable paper, and for what? To boost your overinflated ego?”

“I mean…how can I thank you? There is nothing I can do…nothing I can say…there is no way I can repay--” “Stop. There is no need to thank me…I don’t need it, and frankly I don’t want it.” People gushing thanks made him uncomfortable, and he never liked it when they started expressing their undying gratitude. He didn’t know how to handle it. “Besides, you might feel differently tomorrow night.

"Don't do this, you have to take care of yourself, whether you like it or not, you have a life." "That was thrown away because of two ingrates!" she asserted in tears. "I can't say you're wrong. I've never met more ungrateful people than your son and this man, Ricardo. He had nothing when he was taken in by our family, and instead of gratitude, he only wanted to steal from us at all costs. "I'm not interested in talking about him."

She slapped her again, and by the sound it made, it definitely hurt. "Ungratefulness should only be used by people who do good things for their co-people. And judging by what you are doing now, you don't deserve to call someone ungrateful because it only reflects your own attitude," Dos answered after Sarah had slapped her. The side of her lip has a cut, and Dos didn't mind it. "And you! How many times should I tell you to guard your daughter? Look at what she's doing now. She's neglecting everything that we're saying." Sarah spoke to Violet, her daughter, and grabbed her hair too, just like what she did to Dos.

I started to move and kicked them one by one, but they were too fast, they run before I could make a move. “We’re just trying to help!” “We did it for you! You’re just weak; you didn’t grab the opportunity to reconcile!” “Fuck you, all!” They run away before I could think of a way to avenge them. “Let’s not help him, though.” “Right! Let him fix his problem alone. He was so ungrateful.” Those assholes! They even had the guts to call me ungrateful. Alright. Maybe they wanted to help. But their ways were too horrible.

The Blackthorne estate at night was as silent as a tomb. I sat alone on the sofa in my study, the lights off. Only the pale moonlight filtering through the windows illuminated my face. My phone screen lit up. A long text message. From Anna. “Sister, I know nothing I say can change anything. But I’m still sorry. I’m sorry I took your love for granted. I’m sorry I got so used to taking that I forgot how to be grateful. I’m sorry that for my own stupid pride, I hurt the only person who ever truly loved me. I know I’m selfish. I don’t deserve to be your sister. I will pay back the fifteen million. I’ll spend the rest of my life paying it back. Goodbye, sister. I wish you happiness.”

Quinn constantly preached about how important it was to repay kindness. But most of the time, what she really did was acknowledge someone else's kindness… and then use others' stuff to repay it. That was textbook moral blackmail. She pretended to be generous and noble, but the second it involved her own interests, she suddenly no longer agreed with that kind of generosity. To build up her whole "grateful and kind-hearted" persona, she even set up a social media account just for it. She took staged photos and posted them with long, emotional captions.

___________________________________________________________________________ 18 / 11 / 2021 Have you ever complained about your life but then saw a person who has it way way worse than you walk by? Have you ever complained about how a part of your body hurt or how you dislike a part of your body so much, but then see a person with out any limbs? Have you ever wished you were some one else but then you see the same person who you thought was so happy living his life, tell you he wished he had happiness? Why are we, people, so ungrateful with what we have? Why do we always look at others and envy what they have – I have done the same. I have watched people have so much yet still look to ot

“I can’t even make rent.” “I got negative,” another replied with a bitter laugh. “I have to pay the company.” “It’s all that damn Chloe’s fault!” a third voice seethed. “She ruined it for all of us!” “It wasn’t just Chloe,” the first voice sighed. “We were the stupid ones. Thinking back… ten thousand for the solstice, five thousand for the year-end bonus, one month paid vacation… The Alpha even used to write us personal cards. She called us family…”