Novel & Cerita Beautifull Pain

Beau peeled out the bandage little by little with one hand and his other hand massaged the area the dressing left. "Did it pain, when I bit you?", Beau sent a mind link. Nabi was astonished to hear those words. A series of questions ran over her restless mind- Is he able to control my scent? Why is his speaking through link? Didn't I tell him, not to? Should I explain him the pain? Will he resent? "No!", she lied. Beau's eyes were filled with tears looking at the mark he left on his beloved one. He cursed himself for being a demon, who feeds on blood. As his tears rolled down, a warm finger was felt on his cheek clearing them.

She left the wall and tried to take a step away but she was brutally pulled back and pinned on the wall, this time he didn’t hold her hands, he stood with one of his elbow on the wall above her and another hand in his pocket, he continued to glare at her “I’m not done yet, what makes you think you can just walk away,” Hurt, Hurt, Hurt.. you hurt me so much, Love, Love, Love, I love you so much, Pain, Pain, pain, why do I feel pain so much?.. All Hearts !!

I thought of another way to use this. Belle ducked back as the metal chain almost hit her in the eye. 'Oh, God, no,' she thought, shrinking away. "I'm guessing you aren't meant to put these on your clit, but... oh well." Damien shrugged. It was the worst pain she'd ever felt. Worse than the time she'd shattered her tooth. A constant and intense pain that got worse the longer it persisted. A low-pitched whine escaped her as she stared up at him in desperation.

Her husband was dead. She fisted her shirt at her chest and fell to her knees. She screamed in so much pain that even Hamza's eyes became glassy. Farhan sat down near Batool as Hamza walked to his sister and held her in his arms. She wailed clutching to him. Her tears won't stop pouring out as she continued to scream in agony and at that moment he was thinking of ways; how to torture that bitch and make her scream in pain just like this and when he would be satisfied with tormenting her, she'll give him the names herself.

his voice was choked to feel his small throat almost close "of course there are pains that do not pass!" "But eventually they go down, right? This is also a way to pass on" that gentle smile still lay on his face as he said, and his hands still caress those target wires that sparkled so much in the sun "then, my most precious thing..., the pain can be unbearable, the days may not seem to pass, the moon may not seem to shine in the sky as before, but you know? One hour you can see everything as it was before, or even in a more vibrant way..."

Hello Readers! First, I would like to thank you all for reading Pain Before Bliss up until this moment. It has been such a joy writing it and I never thought I would write this much for this book. I never had a storyline written out for this book and I just let my thoughts and my heart run free, but it ran so seamlessly and I will forever be grateful.

Chapter 29 Beauty picked up at first ring and Oliver sign before taking the phone to her ear. “Hey, why are you calling me? Did you need my help?” Beauty asked and Oliver scoffed. “Yeah, I badly need your help, I don’t know why I always caused Nate so much pain, I talked about his mother and he passed out, we are at the hospital now” Oliver said, tears drop freely from her eyes and she clean it with the back of her palm.

It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support. With each stroke of the brush and every delicate dab of color, Bea’s expertise elevated my natural features, highlighting my best attributes. She celebrated my uniqueness and made me realize that beauty lies not in conformity but in embracing our individuality. Together, we reveled in the power of self-expression, allowing our inner beauty to shine through.

She loved it when her partner went rough on her, only to slow down and let her ride the waves. Fuckin’ perfect. I couldn’t stand this any longer. I needed her, all of her. “Have I ever told you that you are beautiful?” I asked an inch from her lips. She peeled her eyes open and looked at me, then gave me the most dazzling smile that could fuck warm up the New York cold.

he ordered again. “It’s pain,” she said, a catch in her voice. The crop left her ass where it rasped over sensitive, marked skin. “Too much?” There was worry in his voice. A promise that if she said the word, he’d stop. “No!” Her protest was immediate. A denial. She didn’t want him to stop. “It’s pain and then it’s pleasure,” she whispered. “Beautiful, exquisite pleasure. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. The pain is just pain. But the pleasure is indescribable. It makes me crave the pain because I know what will follow.”