Ungrateful People Novels & Stories

Most of them were too full of themselves, feeling too important to acknowledge even the smallest favor with humility. I had learned long ago that people who judged based on appearances or qualifications were often the most ungrateful. They felt they were owed something more, that whatever you gave them wasn’t enough to match what they believed they deserved. It’s why I never made the mistake of trusting people at face value. Their words might say one thing, but their hearts? Another matter entirely. My eyes softened a little as I looked at Anita. Unlike the others, she knew her place. I appreciated that in people. She wasn’t like the many arrogant souls who thought too highly of themselves,

they’d ever thrown at me. I laid them out. They thought my gratitude had made me weak. Gratitude buried me once. Vengeance will dig me out. They were right. Now, I would show them what ungrateful looked like.

Stephen managed a bitter smile when he heard Charlie’s question and said forlornly, “Mr. Charlie, the vast majority of people in the world is ungrateful and often take things for granted. Only when in need of others will they cling to them and enjoy the benefits and support that is blessed to them, but once they don’t need help, they will turn the other way and even, in turn, blame those who helped them, just to steal their limelight…”

I mused inwardly, staring at his face. I walked closer to him. “What exactly did Daniel ever do to you? All ever did was help you and your family, but what did he get in return? Did you think they would return his investment to your company even after he died? What exactly were you thinking?” I asked angrily. “Why are you such a bunch of ungrateful people?”

she says. "Absolutely," "Hope" says. "And I think gratitude is a two-way street. It's not just about appreciating what we have, but also about appreciating the people who are responsible for those good things. Whether it's family, friends, coworkers, or even strangers, there's always someone who's had a hand in making our lives better." Rita smiles. "You're so right," she says.

I didn’t know she would be this upset with me. “In your stupidity did you turn into a fucking mute as well,” Aaron questioned. “Jesus, Aaron! How can you be so cruel?” I asked. I would never treat him this way; never utter half of the things he’d said to me. “You think you deserve anything less?” he spat. “I should have left your ass a year ago and saved myself the trouble. You’re not even worth it.”

he asked. Annie's face came before my eyes, quickly joined by the faces of her parents and everyone I'd grown to care about. I could see the pain and disappointment on their faces if they ever found out about my betrayal of the man who had rescued them, the same person who had been their savior and benefactor. My benefactor as well, considering how much he was helping my dad recover. What was the word that perfectly described me? "Ungrateful." "But..." I still tried to refuse, but deep inside me, I had already made a decision—a decision that I would forever regret.

Ungrateful just like I said. I let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I am selfish. And maybe it’s about damn time I started being selfish.” My jaw tightened. “Because all I ever do is give to someone who doesn’t appreciate it. What other name are you going to come up with for me, Sage? Because I am tired of hearing them all. Fuck!!” I turned away, heading toward the street. I didn’t hesitate as I raised my hand and hailed a cab.

My dad instantly got angry and cursed, "That ungrateful bastard! Now that he's successful, he turned his back on us. I knew it, I shouldn't have married you to him in the first place. He infuriates me." My mom was equally infuriated and said, "Exactly! He always acted polite and meek, and now he has finally shown his true colors as an ungrateful bastard!" I sighed in resignation. "Let's not speak ill of him like this. He hasn't used our connections or our money. How can we call him an ungrateful bastard? Actually, it's understandable that he doesn't want to help us, considering how badly we treated him in the past." My parents pursed their lips, their faces filled with worry. Seeing them lik

He didn’t say anything. Just placed the mug on my nightstand like he was delivering something for a stranger and not someone he spent the night looking after. “Thanks,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure he even heard it. He just nodded once and left. What was I thanking him for? He's living in my house rent-free anyway. So, that's practically the least he can do for me. Even though I tried to deny it, his kindness touched my heart a little. Apart from El, he's the first person who has genuinely looked after me like that, even sacrificing his own sleep without asking for anything in return.