Beautiful Misery Novels & Stories

"What about her?" "There's a poem written on the notebook she gave me on my dream last night saying, ‘With or without, it's the same. Family is a blessing-or not? Complete yet feels like broken; in a mess, in chaos. I should be thankful—or not? My heart, my mind-helpless. Atmosphere; sadness, anger, pain. What can I do? It feels like everyone is drowning to the brokenness and hatred. They’re hurting each other; emotionally, verbally. My heart keeps on pounding-pained. Is it better to be just apart?’ Finally,” he said. "Either you have a complete family or not, happiness seems unfriendly," I said.

a “To the nearest park, please,” with a runny nose, Keatton said. Melvin nods his head as he drove going to the nearest park where Keatton said. His eyes continued disbursing plenty of tears. He looked outside the window and opened it. Keatton wanted to breathe as much as he could. His brain and heart can not handle all the information he attained now. He had lots of questions inside his mind. Keatton could feel his head started to ache. The side mirror projected his image of being broken and lost. The corners of his eyes were dripping wet as his sclera were turning pinkish-red. He was devasted and in despair right now. The world is both combinations of bitter and sweet. Balanced per se. You

"For six years, you haven't experienced the strength of a man's waist on you. You should be glad and thankful." Pathetic. May thought. He is so Pathetic. May shivered, shutting her eyes as her head and body shook. She fought with trying not to make noise as she cried. She sniffed, wiping under her nose. "Karma will fuck you up." She started. "You will find help but there would be no one to help you. Pain. You will feel pain twelve times worse than mine. Disappointment would be your daily companion. You would feast with deceit. You would mate with deceit."

No matter how painful and bad it may seem I would get through this sad phase in my life. They say misery loves company, truly they are right, I have a new companion MY BOTTLE OF WINE. It doesn't help much but at least it keeps me numb for some hours till I fall asleep on my bed or anywhere my feet can carry me to before I lose consciousness. Jude's Pov

“That’s . . . sweet. That means something. Thank you.” She was still smiling, but a tear ran down her face, and then another. Silently. Traitorous. Neither of them had even known they were there. The tears and the smile and her dirty, matted hair . . . juxtaposition. The most exquisite of miseries. Lu caught his breath again. It burned inside his lungs, charred the tender tissues there. Montessa laughed, and it hurt. Cut. It was a slicing sound, mirth and desolation and a special type of wretchedness that only beautiful, dying women can experience.

Alexis soothes the corners of my mind, caressing me and murmuring softly we will be alright and we can reach out to him. I pull on the tether I have with him, finding nothing when I try to reach out. He blocked me out, I sigh and slump back into the pillows. Helplessness and despair courses through me and I cry, heartbroken and hurt. When I can’t hold any longer I try once more, pulling on the bond, thrashing and screaming Into the nothingness that meets me.

Playlist ~ James Arthur - Recovery *Captive's Home* Anna coughs out blood weakly, her whole body was aching badly. There was deep injuries all over her body that when she tries to move her body on the floor she whimpers from the pains that comes from it. She was still half-naked just as the bastard had left her before torturing her. Her eyes were puffy and red, she could barely open her eyes completely to glance around, she was feeling too weak to get herself off the floor.

Bella asks, placing a hand on my moving leg. I finally look up, placing my ice cream on the side table. I wait for a moment before finally getting the courage to speak up. "He killed my baby" I whisper, tears forming in my eyes. "I begged him Bella" I pause, looking down. "I had a baby in me and he killed it" I say, breaking down into tears. My vision blurs with tears as Bella takes my hand in hers. I bring up my hands to my face, wiping away the tears roughly before continuing. "He raped me Bella, His men did too. I wanted to experience death itself. I felt absolutely disgusting"

Like a hamster who was full of love and carefully being taking care of. She was a ray of sunshine. The only light I saw in this world that's full of competition and greediness. She's my rest where I found myself in peace from the cruel world we live in. But now... To see her eyes cold and dead. She must be tired. Her lights became dim as she was exposed to the cruelty of this world. Madison... But even so... I can still remember what she said to me before... That not all man who cries is weak... That it's alright to cry if you're hurt...

I shrug. There’s something that the three years of sleepless nights on the itchy mattress of my six-by-eight room have helped me conclude; every pain and every pleasure in life is necessary. It has shaped me to become the man I am today. I am not the best but, I am not the worst either. There is beauty in being battered and being battered is what makes everyone beautiful. “Want to talk about Celeste?” Dr. Sean Evans, the fifty-five-year-old psychologist, smirks like a teenage girl eager to gossip with his best friend.