Beautiful Misery Novels & Stories

He felt a mixture of anger and helplessness, the knowledge that time was running out gnawing at his soul. As Haider stepped further into the dimly lit room, his eyes fell upon a sight that shattered his very being. There, in the midst of the darkness and filth, sat Ameera, her once radiant form now a haunting vision of agony and despair. Her delicate frame was drenched in blood, staining her clothes and trickling down her pale skin.She huddled on the floor,Her hands were tightly clenched around her legs, as if trying to hold herself together, but the anguish etched across her face revealed the depth of her pain. Haider's horrified gaze traced the scratches that marred her once flawless skin,

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

She fights through the pain, enduring the merciless assault, her mind filled with a mix of confusion, pain, and a desperate longing for escape. As Rose sits on the floor, the weight of her pain and despair bears down on her. Silent sobs wracked her body, her tears flowing freely, each droplet a testament to the agony she endured. The room feels suffocating, the walls closing in on her as she confronts the harsh reality of her life.

A not-so-subtle reminder that I royally fucked up, and now it’s time to suffer the consequences for going against the Goddesses divine will. I’m fading fast, the pain becoming too unbearable to manage, my surroundings going dim as I tumble into a chasm of chaos, hurt, and misery. The last thing to haunt me as I’m slipping into the underworld— Bane’s bright blue eyes, gazing upon me. With his irises rests the hurt of a thousand wolves crying out for the pain and loss of their mate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We worked so hard to make everything work. She was kind. I was stubborn. She understood me, but I could not understand her. She was honest, while I hid behind lies. She was gentle, but I was cruel. I was evil, right up until the end. I scream, pressing my face against the soiled wall, wailing like a child deprived of his favorite treat. I have not wept in two years. I have not felt this much misery in two years. I thought I was strong, but I am not.

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

Happy moments danced briefly in her mind before they were drowned in a sea of heartbreak and despair. Her breathing quickened as the realization hit her. She wasn't dead. But this...this wasn't her home. The ornate room, the strange girls dressed as maids, the men with swords and shields, the talk of mistresses and masters-it all felt wrong, so damn out of place. "Where am I?" She whispered, her voice cracking as tears spilled down freely down her face. "And why am I not dead? I definitely fell, the truck hit me, I was dead, yes," Carmen sobbed, clutching her head as the flood of confusion and despair washed over her.

“I swear it, I already feel miserable. So, don't make it hard on me than it already is.” I cackled hysterically, rolling my eyes at him in scorn. My gaze darted to the cuffs that held my hands together and the shackles that kept me strapped to the metal bars of the bed. “Miserable? You feel miserable? Kieran? huh? Do you even know what miserable is?! Misery is walking in on your mate and sister, fucking! Misery is having to forcefully break your bond with your mate in front of your family because they wanted it! Misery is having your supposed mate that was forced unto you, killed for no reason.”

The grey t-shirt is a crumpled heap on the floorboards. Belle is slumped beside the coffee table. Her arms are splayed awkwardly across the woven rug, her face pale and entirely lifeless. Panic grips my lungs. I cross the room in two massive strides and drop to my knees beside her motionless body

She was simply weeping, steadily, quietly, with her hands clenched in the fabric and her eyes fixed on mine. "Why are you crying?" "Because I..." She shook her head. "Because it's so unfair." "It's the past." "It's not fair. You didn't deserve it." I looked at her. I looked at the tears, and the trembling mouth, and the enormous, glistening grief in her eyes. It was not pity. It was something much older and more terrible. It was recognition. She knew. I do not know how I understood it, in that moment. It was not logic. It was the plain, animal certainty of a man who has stood at the same graveside. She knew what it was to lose someone, and to spend years asking why.