Beautiful Misery Novels & Stories

he totally wasn't expecting that. "You never did that but you made my life miserable. My whole lifw I've been haunted by that night beacuse of you. Out of all people did it have to be you. It's like I don't know you anymore." "You never knew me and I bet you still don't know me and what I'm capable of." "I'm glad I don't and I don't ever want to, take him away." Misery was written all over her face. She didn't know where to start from here. She couldn't help but break into tears while her knees crashed on the floor.

But, she can not decide to forgive him. Her mind is totally messed up. She is feeling like to go away from everything. She is feeling like to stay in a quiet place for the peace of her mind. She is feeling Everything and everyone toxic. She has become mentally depressed. She is focusing on her study but can not give full concentration. She is thinking deeply and crying. She doesn't even know why she is crying. She doesn't know which thing is giving her pain. Moreover, she is depressed. Very very depressed.

As the filthy words of Reth repeated at the back of her mind, Maleficent could not help but thought: were all our sufferings because of this deranged person? Every step she took, the hallowness of her heart grew bigger and darker, swallowing her whole – making her fall into an endless cycle of the new meaning of misery, emptiness. With Maleficent's charcoal-black hair framing her disheveled look and tattered clothes around her scarred body, small flurry of gray cottony ashes dropped on her hair while her surrounding seemed to become quiet in her mind. Even her familiar seemed to grow silent or was it simply because she was being swallowed by her grievances?

Her cries echoed in the room, the depths of her despair painfully clear. She felt like a freak, good for nothing, a burden on everyone. Without warning, she began to pull at her hair in frustration and self-loathing. She hugged herself, trying to find some solace, but the pain inside her was unbearable. She whispered to herself, "I'm a freak, a good-for-nothing." Her cries became even more heartbreaking, echoing the depths of her despair. Her anguish was like a tidal wave, crashing over her, drowning her in self-doubt and despair.

And she added together with the shattering sounds from below the ground, “Belock to the eternal misery!” Her words like a might of the world and the cry of pain and misery instantly fill the world! Everyone's mind spun and can only look at the location of the dim of a place and ponder with a shaken core. Even Negin couldn't understand it and reveal their confussion. But this isn't the time to be cautious and they taken advantage to the miserably folks.

Once out, I put the slippers on and after taking a few wrong turns, eventually, make my way out of the packhouse. I wander aimlessly along the water’s edge. The weather is perfect, and the sky is clear, making the night feel tranquil. It’s funny how that works. Here I am, unable to sleep because of the horrors I relive when I close my eyes, and when I open them all I feel is the echo of those horrors and yet looking around it’s like they mean nothing. My world can fall apart night after night, but the world itself remains the same. The sun will rise and fall, and stars will twinkle in the sky. My world changes, but only mine. It seems unfair really. It’s not that I want the entire world to f

- he pleaded again, almost desperate. Lost in the pain that Mrs. Newton had awakened in her and at Logan's sweet cry, Missy could only cry, curling into a ball against his chest, as if she wanted to disappear, while her heart seemed to bleed inside her chest. Would it always be like this? Whenever she started to think she could get through it all, would someone come along to remind her that she was pathetic? That her tastes and looks didn't make her worthy of loyalty, let alone love? That in order for people to really care about her, she would have to stop being herself? That she should just resign herself to being truly irrelevant and insignificant and accept the crumbs people like Liam New

Life was good despite all the darkness they were facing. Amberleigh was trying to bask in the good moments, even when they seemed few and far between. She used them to carry her through the dark ones. And there were dark times a plenty as Grayson struggled with his anger and depression. As they were all forced to coexist with a murderous cunt. As Amber’s hormones were fucked and she found herself extra sensitive. Even sappy commercials often made her cry.

"How do you do it? How do you not ask anything? How do you pretend you don't see and be okay with it all?" "Did something happen with Austin?" Liliana asked. "Did you have your first fight? You wanted answers, and he couldn't tell you shit?" Marybeth quickly shook her head, even though Liliana was spot on. "I'm just curious, that's all. Nothing happened." "For me," Zukiswa said. "It helps to remember that no person is wholly good or bad. Sometimes, the bad will definitely outweigh the good. But when the good peeks through, no matter how briefly, it makes all the struggles and heartache we endured together so worth it."

"I can't bear to see you in pain and misery, Raysham, so please do not ask me" "Sayya I am in so much misery right now, I feel helpless and useless. I have failed you in every way there is, I have failed as a friend, as someone who's supposed to look after you, I have failed as your husband". He said. "So don't talk to me about pain and misery".