Beautifull Pain Novels & Stories

“Beautiful? You just saw me ugly cry, spill tears and snot all over your chest, and slobbered in your arms—” “And you’re still the most beautiful woman to me,” he interjects, tilting my face upwards with his index finger. “So I’ll ask again; do you feel better now, beautiful? Was being honest about your pain as cathartic to you as it was to me hearing it?” “I…” I trail off as his gaze burns into mine. “It was…thank you.”

I grimace as I try to mask my pain . "Bloom"Maddox whispers coming dangerously close to me ,"let me take care of you ," I try to respond but a loud moan slips out from my mouth instead as another wave of pain hits me again .He picks me up from the floor and the pain slowly reduces once his skin comes into contact with me "You are in pain bloom ,"his hot breath fans me as our foreheads touch . I fail to respond as the pain actually subsides with a just simple brush of his finger . It sends pleasure down straight to my core and I clamp my legs tightly.

he ask. "No, the pain is all but gone, it just feels.....full" I respond gratefully. Looking at his face I see that he has gone beet red. I can see every muscle in his neck strained. At the sight I cannot help but wonder how he feels. "Are you in pain"? I ask him bewildered. "Not in the true since of the world. It is a beautiful pain that I am proud to bear" he responds with a tight voice. "Shall I show you what I mean."

she snapped. That was supposed to stay inside her head! "Oh... umm... thanks... does it feel good?" Bruno gulped. "Oh... good... so... fucking good!" Beauty cried and threw her hands back, grinding faster, her hands pressing painfully on his hard abs. "This is fucking good," she moaned, her tummy moving with her waist, then in slow circles. Bruno felt her butt against his balls with each move, closing his eyes, teeth clenched in sheer pleasure. "Oh... baby... baby!"

My hair packed in a bun, my earring dazzling under the dark light, my heels clicking hard against the tile floor. The makeup on my face made me look three times beautiful than I originally am. I look so dazzling, if I could say that to myself. I knew I was a true definition of beauty, just that pain wanted to snatch that away from me in the end. But now everything is over, I'm now a girl with the best life I could ever wish for.

This time, it was more vicious and painful than before. It was an indescribable pain that spread bit by bit from her heart, stimulating every nerve, every cell, and every inch of her skin. It was even more unbearable than being skinned or having her bones chipped. Mable wanted to call for help but realized she had run out without her phone. There was a rumble in the sky. In an instant, it started raining even heavier. The pain continued intensifying… However, her consciousness was clear. This was the poison’s feature. The more painful it was, the more conscious she became, and the more torturous it was!

I winced, Andre pulls on a stitch too hard. "Stop moving." He said. He's probably enjoying my torment, watching the big boss babble in pain. "Are you almost done?" I asked through clenched teeth. Fuck, this shit hurts. I'm wondering if I should've just went to the hospital, they could've gave me something to numb the pain. "There, all done." He finishes, yanking the last stitch out of my back. "Gamísou (fuck you), I know you're enjoying this." I said, grimacing.

But with Brax, it had been different—intoxicating, and it made me feel alive. Carefully, I slipped out of bed, not wanting to disturb him. I reached for one of his shirts, its fabric worn-in and comforting. As I buttoned it up, my gaze lingered on him once more: the vulnerable rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his breath. There was a depth of pain hidden beneath his strong exterior, a pain I recognised but didn’t dare ask about. Whatever he went through last night was something he would carry with him for the rest of his life and probably never talk about.

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."