Beautiful Misery 소설 & 이야기

This darkness has me trapped in it where no one could reach and drag me out of it, it has consumed me but I hope someday I will make it out of this darkness. The pain and agony aren't sharp like needlepoint or a knife but burn around my innards better than boiling water. Everything feels scalded and, move or not, I'm in more pain than I could have ever imagined was possible. A bullet would be mercy right now but an increase in the sickly morphine is the best I can hope for and I turned this into anger, wanted revenge, and sought for it badly.

' I sobbed, biting my lips trying hard to control my tears which were continuously falling. ' I don't want to let go of this man. He's my Mate... I have marked him as my man... I don't want to let him go...,' my mind continued chanting these words. I was confused, hurt, sad, tired, lifeless...' Right now I am feeling miserable . More miserable and helpless.' " Ahh... Call my name, your majesty," Loren groaned in pleasure, moving his hips giving me painful strokes with every thrust. I turned my face to the other side. I don't even want to face an animalistic beast in heat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AVINA'S POV I woke up and found myself in a hospital. I tried remembering how I got here but I was welcomed with a banging headache. But my memory wasn't hazed, so I remember the whole drama with Daisy, and the funny thing is, I'm not annoyed. Instead, I felt pity and concern for her. I tried imagining what she'd be going through now and I couldn't help but pity her again.

Solana’s screams followed us as we left her the miserable existence that she had to look forward to enduring. People without souls were in a constant state of misery that they could never escape. It was not that they lost their humanity, but they did lose a big part of what made them who they were. The misery came from them being incomplete. It created a deep seeded pain that was incomparable to every other torture that one could experience. Did I feel bad for her? Not at all. She made her own choices, and those had consequences. The misery that she was experiencing was of her own making.

Other times, they're quiet, soundless streams that burn my skin. I'm surprised my body hasn't given up on me yet. I shouldn't even have any tears left but they keep coming. Food doesn't matter. Sleep doesn't matter. I pick at scraps here and there but really, I'm just wasting away. My stomach knots with emptiness, my lips are cracked, my head pounds from dehydration, but the pain inside is worse. At least with hunger, with thirst, it'll pass eventually. But this heartbreak doesn't let up. Even now, Silas's face lingers. Every memory good, bad, beautiful, and ugly—plays on endless loops behind my eyes. I hate that I'm still giving him space inside my head. He doesn't deserve it. I shouldn't b

The thought twisted in her stomach, a painful knot of anxiety. Life felt so cruel, a relentless tide of misfortune that had swept her away from the shore of happiness. She wanted to scream, to cry out against the injustice of it all, but instead, she sat in silence, paralyzed by her own despair. Once again, Mia’s call came through, the persistent buzzing breaking the heavy silence of the mansion. Exhausted, Lily finally glanced at the screen, her heart sinking at the sight of her best friend’s name. With a resigned sigh, she answered the call.

The wound on her stomach was healing, but at a human’s rate. Amèliä found her in the garden crying. She hugged Majesta close, asked what had happened. Majesta showed her the wound, and she was horrified by the fact that his mother would try to kill her. Due to blood loss, the child miscarried. Majesta would never meet the beautiful little girl with dark hair. She would have looked so much like her mother. With the mind of her father. These things she knew because of her dreams. Things that were more like visions. Majesta was horror-struck and went into a catatonic state.

she bellowed, her face twisted in disgust. The walk back to their rundown house was a blur of muffled sobs and the rhythmic clicking of Bridget’s worn-out heels. As soon as they crossed the threshold into the cramped, peeling walls of their reality, the dam broke. Bridget, shaken to her core, tried to confront Madison, her voice thick with the grief of a mother who had just lost her livelihood. She tried to make Madison see the weight of what she had done, the sheer consequence of a single moment of vanity.

Since I learned, within hours of arriving, that I was collateral against a debt I had never signed for. I have been breathing shallowly for ten days. I have been taking in only as much air as I needed to stay upright, to keep my hands steady on the deeds, to meet Domenico's eyes across the dinner table without flinching. Now I breathe deep, and the air tastes like rain and ozone and the salt of my own skin, and I let it fill my lungs until my ribs ache.

Skylar's POV I felt like I would break apart. I could almost hear my heart shattering into a million pieces. Every possible emotion overwhelmed me, but only one stood out more than the others, Misery. All because today was Monday. The day that leads to a whole week of school. What can I say? I hated waking up so early –for such purpose– with a burning passion. It's not like I got bullied, had to go through mean girls, or had really bad teachers.