Bearing The Unbearable Novels & Stories

I was crying badly but he didn't listen to my cries. He holds a fistful of my hair and said, "I will break you so much that you will beg for your death but I won't give that to you". Then he tied my arms and threw me on the floor. He left the room and comes back with a tattooing machine. He grabbed my jaw tightly and said, "because of your father I lost everything...I will give you so pain..which will hurt your father then he would realize how it feels to see loved ones suffering. I will mark you as my property. I love to carve my things with my names," saying all this he laughed like a sadist.

But even then, Nicoli wasn’t so much disappointed by just the bear. It just added to the growing list of things bothering him today. “I was at least hoping-” No, I needed it. Just something solid to hold. The bear was just the last straw to the line of things building up: His mother, Father, And Ana- Why did things keep getting harder? Nicoli squeezed his hands tight. This is so frustrating. It made him want to scream “Your majesty? Are you feeling unwell?” “What? No,” Nicoli quickly dropped his hand, suddenly aware of the man's eyes.

He carefully wipes the tears from my face as he turns my head up to look at him. “Little Bear, you've been through hell and back, no one would ever expect you to come out of it even the least bit affected. You've suffered more trauma than anyone I know, and yet you're still fighting. You are a true warrior. Don't ever think otherwise. What they did to you would have anyone second guessing themselves. Don't let them win. They want to see you fail. Just because they got to you, doesn't mean that they've won. The fact that you were able to see through their lies only proves how strong you really are.”

' 'However, Sabrina, I really, truly, absolutely, can't endure Marcus betraying me. 'He showed me how brutal he was to me. I can't accept that. Maybe I am born weak and am a person who can't suffer a single blow. I don't have a mind as strong as yours to endure the repeated storm and remain standing. I can't do it. Sabrina, I can't do it.' 'I never want to endure that kind of melancholic beauty that is traded with painful and sorrowful blows that make life a living hell anymore. I don't ever want it anymore.'

They began to dream. Nareth fell to his knees, clutching his chest. His flame flickered, no longer steady. “I feel it,” he gasped. “It’s… heavy.” “That’s the weight of love,” Lunara said. “It hurts.” “It always will.” He looked up at her then, tears made of fire trailing down his face. “How do you bear it?” She knelt beside him. “By remembering that every flame, even one born of shadow, still gives light.” ---

The more beautiful the memories were, the more brutal the reality became. I could calmly endure the physical deterioration brought on by my terminal illness, but I could not withstand his growing, freezing distance day after day... An overwhelming wave of agony washed over my entire body. Through my blurry, tear-filled eyes, I shakily reached my arms out toward the cold, lifeless bear. "Can you please just hold me? I'm really about to shatter into pieces..."

The recognition of a love so twisted, so immense, that it has destroyed us both. — I can't hate you, Béa. The words come out, tired. — Please… — No. I can't. Hatred is too simple a fire. We are in the ashes, you and I. The ashes of what we burned. She lowers her head, defeated. Her offer has been refused. She must continue to carry her burden, as I must.

(Bear Man) Like lifting a sandbag in the air, The Bear Man Vendors lifted the mercenary that were still in pain from his cut fingers, and choke slammed him onto the cement floor of the wet market, making a little crater on the floor and instantly knocking out the mercenary. The Bear Man rips open his bloody overalls and let out his beastly shouts, invoking his war call upon the Mercenary, as he locked into his second target, a mercenary right in front of him.

And in all honesty, Liviana wasn't sure how much more of it she could take. Of course, it wasn't like she had much of a choice, but the exhaustion was weighing awfully heavy on her heart and she was feeling worn down, like she could collapse from all the wear and tear of her heart and soul and mind and emotions at any given moment, swearing that she was completely and totally drained. But of course, what other choice did she have but to get up and keep going? None. She had to move on, bear the weight - the pain - that this world, this little life of hers, this family, had to offer her. No matter how sickening it was.

Eliza replies with a sad voice. I have noticed for a while now that Eliza suffers from depression. Every day she looks sad or lost in her thoughts, I know how she feels, because I often feel a lot like her, it is like looking in a mirror. Eliza was part of the Shark Youth Forces too, although she was in a different squad, she has always been a bit temperamental and moody but now she is just acting dejected. I know she must be disappointed about her fertility test results and ending up as a Bearer when she was aiming to become a Shark. I have tried to talk to her about it, but it is like talking to a wall, she only replies in monosyllables or she shrugs. She must be feeling trapped in this li