Beautiful Misery Novels & Stories

MAY My apartment was a jumble of chaos. It had never been paradise, but this was a stark contrast to its serene state. Clothes littered the floor like discarded memories, and papers lay scattered, their messages lost in disarray. The air hung heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the lingering traces of the takeout I had binged to avoid thinking. Tears streamed down my face, each one a silent plea for the shattered remnants of my world. The sobs wracked my body, reverberating off the walls, as though they, too, were closing in on me, suffocating me in this hurricane of emotions.

But she didn't show it on her face, she tried her best to smile at him. Kabir gave her an evil smile. "Does it taste good?" Kabir asked, making his smile wider. "Umm... ye.. yeah." It was hard for her to say a word because of the spiciness. "Then finish it all." He said sternly. Eww, it tastes spicy and the taste is also disgusting. If I drink another drop of it, I will puke my guts out, Adrita thought while crying about her fate. "I can't." Adrita said and quickly ran out of his cabin.

Carlo reluctantly left my side to help her soothe the baby. The frantic cries of Anika filled the apartment, echoing through the living room where I lay. But then, as Carlo and Sienna's efforts to calm her continued, a deafening silence enveloped the room. It was in this silence that my mood turned for the worst. I was overwhelmed with misery, despair, desire, wrath, and self-blame.

Isn't it Mia? {R} I don't care if she's not a lamb, but Bambi here is mine. "Pl...Please don't hurt me. I'm about to free you...Oh my god, then you're going to attack me because that's what a predator does. You stupid girl, It's a bad idea." {R} No it's not! Just be brave, you can trust this wolf. "Oh screw it, at least I get to free you and then go to heaven right? It's not such a bad way to go?"

Her hair was now long, but she always kept it tied up, lacking visibility. At that moment, Alicia's memory was interrupted by the bell of the bus. A person was getting off; she realized that she had gone two blocks past the place where she was supposed to get off, so she got off too. She walked those two blocks almost like a zombie. When she got home, she opened the door and, as she closed it, she leaned against it. She broke down and cried. She cried like a little girl who had lost her sweets. All the beautiful memories of that man came back to her mind to break her heart. In the end, she felt lonely, she felt alone…

Lucian’s grip on the cup tightened. “I don’t enjoy seeing you suffer through another cruel rut,” Sebastian pressed. “You’ve poisoned yourself with opium to suppress it for years, and it’s killing you. I don’t plan to outlive you like your father. Today is the first time I’ve seen you untouched by wine in the morning for your pain.” Sebastian softened his tone further. “That child is why your body cannot accept another omega. Fate may have been cruel with the circumstances of your meeting—his age, his status—but Grace wanted you to find happiness. With someone you could love.”

No, not one, but countless! She was now the girl who was burnt to a crisp by lightning and was covered in black ash! Her brain went blank. "Have a cup of tea and calm down." Beau thoughtfully poured her a cup of tea. "You don't have to feel embarrassed." He slightly curled his lips. "I have also suffered a lot of misunderstanding." "Ugly, disfigured, and abused his wife. He's a pervert." Beau poured himself another cup of tea gracefully. "Compared to this..."

Kenan was ready to rebut Hanna, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Dimih moving restlessly by Anjani's bedside. "What's wrong?" "Madam... I saw Madam's hand move," Dimih replied hesitantly. Hanna moved quickly to confirm Dimih's words. Anjani had been under her care for a week and she had tried her best to bring the middle-aged woman to her senses. Anjani was sorry to see the condition of the woman who previously looked beautiful and vibrant now like a living corpse. "How is it?" asked Kenan impatiently. Hanna looked at Kenan sharply and calculatingly before speaking. "Can we talk in my room?"

She couldn't comprehend how a night that began with joy had twisted into a nightmare of loss and despair. Amidst the city's bustling sounds, Marisa's silent sobs echoed, a poignant soundtrack to the overwhelming grief that enveloped her. She stared out of the cab window, as if searching for solace in the city's beautiful view, hoping to find some semblance of comfort in the midst of this heart-wrenching tragedy.

Humiliating and painful as it had been and was, she remained defiant and firm in her resolve to not cave in to his ways. Myton felt his cock stirring as he ogled her neat little tits dangling beneath her, the narrow waist and the way it flared out to form her narrow hips. He liked too the sexy look of her expression, even in misery the girl was most attractive and, he had to admit, it added to the excitement for him to see a pretty girl in pain. “You will now beg me to fuck you. You will plead to be allowed to have my cock up you – say it white slut, beg me you filthy white whore.”