Impitoyable Novels & Stories

I apologized again and again, feeling pity beyond all else. “My son has been wasting away in prison for a crime he didn’t even commit, and you think I’m joking around?” Her voice trembled, each word laced with agony. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch your own child die off slowly, day by day, while you work yourself to the bone? And for what?” Her voice cracked, rising to a piercing cry. “For nothing! Nothing, I tell you!”

“Say something. Please.” Handsome features distorted in her glassy vision. Sobs strangled in her throat, her words coming out raw, pained. “I don’t know what to say. I thought – I knew it was bad. I thought maybe…” Her voice hitched, her breath coming out in rapid, shallow bursts. “How do you expect me just to carry on, like this is – like it’s nothing?” “They’re bad people. People who hurt others. They steal from little old ladies, rape kids.” His voice cracked and pitched, scrambling to stop her from kicking him out. “I would never, ever hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it.”

Especially for Tom, if it wasn't for the code of ethics as a police officer, he would have beaten the fat man to death. "So, Mr. Gordon, do you want to confess something?" "I don't want to admit anything," he said, smiling sarcastically. 'crack' "Really? You don't want to admit something, huh?!" Tom pounded the table. Make Mr. Gordon was a little scared. Imagining the man who has a burly body beats him who is fat and looks like a pufferfish. Certainly not an equal opponent. Seeing his friend who couldn't control his emotions, Alex tried to calm down.

He grumbled, wanting to not have to admit it, especially to her. “Why did you not?” Her sympathy was really pissing him off! He slammed his bag shut and swung around to face her. “I don’t know!” He screamed in her face, her hair flying back from his breath. Tears filled her eyes and her jaw tightened. But the look of pity remained. He wanted to shake it out of her. He was the great Prince Ammon Ipos; feared all over the world! He did not deserve anyone’s pity nor did he want it. He was fierce and unrelenting.

Asshole. I reach it just in time. My body aches, my legs scream, but I snatch control. A counterstrike my own torpedo slices across the ice. Behind me, a low, almost predatory “humph” rumbles through the air. “Show pony,” Moretti mutters, the words dark, clipped, and full of threat.

Or worse. *****

He sounded very peremptory, turning to me as he plastered the words on my face. "Didn't you say you had no time for me?" I couldn't contain his attitude anymore. "Well, that loud heartbeat of yours is irritating my ears. Control it." He snapped and continued walking. Fuck you. I wanted to slap his head, to reset his memory and make him know he shouldn't treat people like crap. He obviously doesn't look much older than me and he's too fucking arrogant and annoying. His character and personality is so messed up. He has zero human sympathy and is labeled an imperious sociopath, maybe a complete psychopath even.

The woman’s compulsive sobbing echoes through the room, each sob grating on my ears and gradually eroding my patience. Irritation boils within me, mingled with a profound disdain for this pathetic creature. How can someone be so weak, so pitiful? I wonder if babies crying will be as insufferable as the wailing of this stupid human.

Many spits bitchy words on there, But thou still shows they face In the lights; With pesky pride and gratification. Thou are ultimately shameless; No fear, No respect, No regards. Thou have not iota of empathy and pity, And lacks an emotional quotient. Always edgy to seize a breath. Do thou ever have grave misgivings, The undertaker? Do thou ever have a qualm, The Undertaker? Why can thou not be bid,