Beautiful Misery Novels & Stories

she can't believe that he was asking her all these things. Before a tear slipped from her eyes..he suddenly moved back with a smiling face.. ".I will become Your biggest nightmare My gorgeous badluck..u don't know what u have agreed to " he said, smiling... "I hope am not getting myself into more trouble" she thought to herself..but now it was too late.. They both get agreed to something from which they can't turn back now.. Either she will become his luckiest charm..or he will become her badluck.. -----------------------------------------------------------------

She punches the wall and cries. Ah man, she's making me want to cry. No, I should comfort her first. "Abel got so upset her asked me to move out and left his own house. I hate myself so much." She said inbetween sobs. "Why did I allow myself to do this? How could I do this to Abel?" I smiled instead and hugged her. "You'll be okay." I whispered to her ear. "Trust me." Cynthia cried even harder and hugged me tight. I never knew how much I could relate to someone's misery until now. She didn't say anything but screamed and cried, but somehow, that was enough to make me agree with her.

Megan's POV This week felt like a bumpy roller coaster ride. All the synonyms and antonyms of misery that can be found in dictionaries were mixed in with it: sorrow and pain, shock and dismay, guilt and innocence, and everything in between. I've lost one person in my life who has stood by me through my witticisms and sobriety, and I'm devastated. My body has become frail, and I've become careless with the things I've been guarding for a long period of time. My immune system was undoubtedly weakened as a result of an exhausting and draining life challenge. I was almost convinced that this was the end of my life—I was almost ready to blame myself for all of those unhealthy matters and to feel

Anger aroused by something unjust were fueled to set ablaze, and berserk to destroy many that scarred, and harm innocence that was left to rot, and bygone for ages. Unbearable dreary nights overflow. As for the woman lying mindlessly, hopelessness and doom is what awaits for her. Tears-stained face, grim and sooth from how hard she cried last night painted the pinkish glow on her cheeks that almost mourn a pale blue colour of the cold winter. The metal bed leads to the aching pain on her back, but that’s least of her worries. On that room screams misery abhorred life, the smell of flesh and death bleed anguish and grief. Prolonged agony that to beg would be a mistake leading for her own grav

I scroll through my I*******m page quizzically. "Your page is a little boring. Your captions are nearly the same. I just want you to tell me in advance when you want to post anything, I'll provide the caption, even fine tune it to suit you and the hashtags." I don't speak for fear of bursting into tears. I only nod and hand her back her phone. I lean on the balance bar in the elevator and struggle not to cry. Abdul has reduced me to a commodity and it hurts deeply. It hurts tht I don't matter, that my emotions do not matter.

She sob and weep non stop. Her tears drenches Hermonies once dry clothes. Her continous cries and weeps also fill the room. They resound loudly and echo's non stop. Today really out turns horrible than desired. I eye scan Hermonies room. I observe the ongoing scinerio. It sure is an unpleasant one. My eyes darkens. My expression also darkens and drops. I run my sweaty slippering palm along my hair. I sigh dejected. Guilt clouds me. It clouds my every thoughts, thinking and imagination.

Her hair was soaked with paint, her figure merged with the messy mess before her eyes, it was really pathetic everywhere. Finally, Maria exhausted all her strength, slid down along the wall, she looked at her hands, she didn't know when it was scratched, there was still a little paint, dirty and unbearably dirty, she looked around the damaged room again. She beat up to chaos, the more she looked, the more confused her eyes became. Why would you make yourself miserable for someone who is not worth it.... Maria closed her eyes, something hot and wet slid down her face, she pounded her head against the wall with all her strength, one by one, she hoped the pain would take away the pain in her he

She could manage the pain in her depth, but would totally cripple at the pain razing her emotions. Kayla sat on the bathroom floor, curled over. She shook vigorously, unable to stop her tears as the pain was fresh and would forever tarry. Not even the water lashing her skin could quench the fiery pain burning down her soul. With a blink of an eye, her life fell into the abyss of unbearable, ineluctable misery. She feared no one would catch her. She feared she might fall deeper and deeper until darkness swallowed her.

Now they were not going to look at me the same way they looked at me the night before. And I didn’t find anything inside of me that wanted to be mad. Who would want to love a pair of damaged goods such as myself? Trust me, even the greatest love or obsession was bound to one hell of a humiliating failure. No one was ever going to lay down and settle for someone without a womb, or worse, who has been gang-raped over and over again by a bunch of losers who were still trying to figure out how to fuck a pussy. I heaved a huge bothered sigh and turned on my back, covering my eyes with my arm. A soft hand snaked beneath the sheets before settling on my flat stomach. I froze,

My heart and my life was so miserable that time. But one day, I woke up trying to open my eyes while also trying to find the beauty of this world. Trying to fit myself and trying to find a place where I belong. Everything is not perfect. Every person in this world surely have a painful and sad story of them. But me, I am nothing but a wrecked woman who is just trying to live her life. Life wrecked me. Fate wrecked me and that is the saddest reality of my story.