Beautiful Misery Novels & Stories

"Why? Why is this happening? I was reborn. I got everything I wanted. So, why did it still end like this?" I froze for a second. I never expected that Janet had been reborn, too. No wonder she had been so desperate in this life, so determined to chase everything she wanted. However, the darkness inside her had already sealed her fate. Watching as the officers forced her down and restrained her completely, I gave a small shrug and answered lightly, "Maybe you can figure that out in prison." The ambulances arrived quickly and carried the two injured people away. They survived. However, both of them had been blinded by shattered glass, and their faces were severely disfigured. What Janet had do

A hundred times, Max called me to tell that he found you wasted in almost all corners of the bars in the city. How could you stoop so low? You think you are suffering? You think you are the victim? You think Louis and Ayaan are the reason of your misery? No. It’s you. You are the main reason of your destruction. You are the main culprit of all the mess you created. And what did you get? Huh? What did you get after this? A man who cannot be loyal to his family is not a man but a shame.

The rain hadn’t stopped. It fell in thin silver threads, drumming against the cabin roof with quiet persistence. Sienna sat by the dying fire, the laptop glowing in front of her like an open wound. The words still burned across the screen: CALL ME WHAT YOU MADE ME. Her reflection stared back at her — pale skin, tired eyes, hair clinging damply to her face. She looked like someone who hadn’t slept in weeks. Maybe she hadn’t. She closed the laptop slowly, as if afraid it might bite, then turned toward the couch.

In that instant, it felt as though my soul left this world. I could not hear or feel anything. Suddenly, the pain in my abdomen pulled me back to the present. I touched the gauze slowly. So that was the price of escaping with my life. I lost my lover and any potential family in the future. Ethan brought his face closer to mine, looking at me with an unprecedentedly solemn expression. It was both familiar and unfamiliar. “Jasmine Anna is also quite pitiful. She lost both parents on the same day, just like you.

I had to swallow the scream. I couldn't let myself break down completely, because Lilibeth was just down the hall. Lilibeth. My fierce, observant seventeen-year-old, she already knew too much, already saw the cracks, heard the clipped tones, and carried a heavy, cynical sadness that didn't belong on the shoulders of a teenager, If she heard me crying like this, if she saw her poised, indestructible mother reduced to a sobbing wreck on a shower floor, the illusion would vanish entirely.

Everyone she passed on the street thought she'd gone insane, but Blessie didn't care because she was completely lost in her own world. Her eyes are filled with emptiness, and she has surrendered her will in reality, and she is being devoured by darkness. Her foot became stuck in the mud and developed blisters as a result of not knowing where to go. She was not weary, no matter how far she had travelled from her home. A loud automobile horn reverberated through the thick rain, bringing Blessie back to reality. “Do you want to die?” the man yelled angrily at her, his face contorted at her folly.

A man whose face dimpled when he smiled, who despite his stubborn streak, despite his inability to remember that the toilet seat should go down and not be left up, she adored. Love had stitched them together, made them whole; something better and more unique than anything either one of them had been before they met. But everything was different now. The stitches were being yanked from their skins, and the pain of coming unsewn was without comparison. Everything she’d come to think of as white had turned out to be black after all. Everything that was cherished had to be despised if she was going to stand a chance of surviving. And the joy of life had been replaced by a desire for it all to ju

she is sobbing and wiping her tears “You said you see a lot of monster here, well in your new place there will be none.” “Why aren’t you coming?” her words pained me “I can’t, they only need one kid.” But the truth is no one will ever like a 12-year-old boy like me “You said you will never leave me…” and she started crying again “Sh…I will do that, when you are with them I can still pay you a visit” “Mr. Marcus won’t allow you to get out”

She held her hand as she said words she never thought she would ever hear again. 'Don't do this Blair. Because I'm suddenly starting to miss someone I know I would never meet again, the past you.' Despite Celestin saying those words, she knew that somehow liked the momentary warmth she felt. So even though she no longer felt real happiness or sadness within her. Even though her emotions were slowly eaten away as compensation for what she had done. Even though she was getting exhausted from the inside out because of everything she had gone through, she felt... satisfied. Because among all the storms she had experienced, this one was undeniably the warmest.

Now she will probably think my feelings towards her are fake. The way she transformed this cabin makes this feel at home for me. This feels like the moment I have been longing for. Simplicity. A home filled with hard work, love and nothing but real laughter. Except for my deception. I have the chance to be me, everyone around me is real and does not have this high expectations of me. I’d hate myself if I repeat Victor’s mistake and hurt Reign. How could he hurt such an innocent soul; pure, noble and sincere. Now tell me why the fuck it feels as if I'm about to the exact same thing?