Beautifull Pain Novels & Stories

"I'm doctor Great, your psychiatrist, it's nice to meet you." He nodded to a chair and I sank into it. Suddenly one Facebook message dropped, I had to check it and it was another beautiful poem. Your beauty is ecstasy Giving me intense pleasure Your beauty is eternity Gazing at itself in every image of you Your beauty is heart enflamed Burning me in your eyes which one shade the more and one ray the less Your beauty is soul enchanted Filming like brilliant irregular rainbows in the memory of your image which I see though I close my eyes

GIOVANNI'S POV I know what I am doing is not considered good from other's perspectives but I can't forgive the person who is the reason behind my pain. The pain comes from losing the most important part of your life and I will not stop before I take my revenge from Everly Clark. I am not someone who hurt innocent people but she is not innocent. Yes, by looking at her face anyone can think of her as a very sweet and caring person. However, I know the reality behind those innocent eyes. She can make others fool but not me.

at times, emotional pain can be more awful than physical pain, maybe that's why i don't feel the pain on my leg i feel nothing he sighs, moving up and sits beside me on the bed. "sam, look at me," he pulls me gently to his side, brushing my hai "go away," i mumbl "sam, please, just look at me. and tell me how do you feel. let it out on me. let it out all the rage, all the things you're feeling i breath out heavily, then turn to him. "when storm gave me the bullet carved by my name, you know what i was thinking? all i was thinking, 'so this is how it's going to end, huh? this, my life?'

“Do you know what it feels like to be a black duck from a long line of golden gooses? What it feels like to be sidelined because you're never enough? When the one you love so dearly doesn't even regard you? Do you know what it means to have insults from family members? Morning, day, and night. Either directly or indirectly because you're not as good as they expect? Do you know what it feels like to stare at the mirror in pain because you're tired of seeing the same damn person every time? An imperfect person who has refused to improve, and is the cause of all your issues! Do you know what it feels like to want to be perfect, but yet you keep messing up? “I question the old man, and he studie

'Face of an angel, mind of a killer.' ———♤♤♤——— Pain is something most do not want to feel. For some, it is too much to handle; often leading them to give up just to get rid of that feeling. But for Bella Ryan, pain was something she embraced. For most of her life, she carried pain that was too heavy someone her age should bare. Years of getting hurt lead the woman to one thing: acceptance.

For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life. Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.

“I don’t want to see you in pain.” “I won’t, honey,” I say, drinking the water she gave me. “Trust me, I will be fine.” “Okay, but I still insist that you take things easy.” “Sure, I will. Let’s go.” After saying goodbye to her, I enter my room and undress to take a bath. Suddenly, sharp pains shoot through my body, like a thousand needles piercing my skin. The sensation radiates from my core to every limb, causing my muscles to contract uncontrollably. Gasping for breath, I cling to the sink, trying to stay upright as the intensity of the pain reaches a peak, blurring my vision.

he thought staring at her. " Stop staring at her ,you pervert "Rhea yelled . "Pervert? Miss are you seriously calling me a pervert"he asked looking at her with a hard face. " Yes ,are you going to beat me up or call your body guards to lock me up?" she answered with a face showing she was ready for anything. He looked at her, she looked fragile and still was bold plus she was beautiful . He was surprised he acknowledged that a girl was beautiful , it had never happened before.

The pain made him scream non-stop. However, despite the plea of the police officer Harris, Enda did not loosen his grip at all. On the contrary, he increased the strength in his hand. Ciara felt that the next scene was something she shouldn't watch, so she turned her head away, making her ears more sensitive than ever before. She could clearly hear the sound of flesh being pierced, and even a squealing sound as if the nails had hit the skull. No more sound was heard, and the space was drowned in a terrifying silence. Without turning her head, Ciara could guess what had happened.

Pain, pain. A beautiful melody it whispers. It treats your tears as diamonds. Your sorrow is its happiness. It preys on it,feeds on it,worships it. Only if pain could feel what I feel. Hugging my knees, crouched in the bath tub I sobbed. I laughed in between my sobs. Tears stung my eyes. The scars and claw marks that run across my back and decorated my torso and arms didn't beat the pain betrayal brought.