Beautifull Pain Novels & Stories

I said to her but she ignored me and went ahead. "How is it now?"Beauty asked and smiled biting her lower lip,she stroke her hair curling it up with her finger. "Even your air was magical ,it suddenly stopped the pain,I appreciate my saving grace" Bea blushed.I looked into the tablet and frowned at him. "Oh hy Jessie"he waved with a grin settled on his face "Can you two behave like humans please"i snarled Sarcastically and turned to the window side again. "She said ,I am annoying" Beauty whined like a child.

I’ll will come and check up on you later during lunch break. Laura jibed at the message on her phone and her face become cold. Ding! It was another message alert sound on her phone, but this time around, the text was from Frank. [Hello Beautiful, I hope you’re okay. I was just checking up on you, would you like to grab a bite during lunch time?] She took a quick glance at her phone and replied. [I am alright, thank you. No,I don’t mind.] Laura was so glad to see a text from Frank. Having lunch with him gave her a gateway pass not to see Jayden.

Content warning: Mentioned death/illness of a parent, sexual/verbal harassment, violence, crime, and language use. The more I tried to process the words that were told to me by my mother, the tighter my chest felt as my mind began to hurt, was it true that my mother did that to me and ruined all hope I had for someone who was to be my best friend and who I thought shared my pain.....however I was wrong, before I could process anything further I had turned to the man who harmed my mother and wanted to tell him how angry I was but there was nothing to say at that moment because he was already gone from the expression that my face made you could tell that he understood what he did was wrong and

My idea to stay alone was bad very bad, instead of feeling better, it turned my emotions ten times more painful. The loneliness and the nights brought beautiful memories of me and Xander and that was enough to break me. Pain. I always heard people saying with love pain comes unasked but never believed them. I always thought how can such a beautiful feeling bring pain to you but now that I am in this situation I can very well tell why people say so.

I just know that I want it … Bethany studies me as if trying to understand what I want. Then she arches a brow and gently drags her nails down my chest. I gasp and moan at the sharp sting. “Hurt me more,” I whisper. Her gaze darkens in a way that makes my already-pounding heart try to escape. “You enjoy pain?” My breathing hitches, my words coming out in a rush. "Pain from you is just pleasure.” Then I realize something amazing and smile up at her. “And…you enjoy hurting me a little. Right?”

She felt like a prisoner being returned to a cell that was far too beautiful to be called a jail. It was almost midnight when Brandy returned to her room in the Regal Garden. The house was silent, but the silence felt heavy. She took off her wet clothes in the bathroom and stood under the warm shower, the white and delicate skin quickly turning pink under the heat. Her beauty was like white jade, pristine yet fragile. But Brandy's spirits were low, though she tried to appear strong.

She tugs against the binds that are tying her to the chair but all to no avail. "Do I have your attention now?" I ask her. "Pain is such a beautiful gift," I pull the scalpel out and she jerks before biting on her lower lip until she draws blood. "All this pain you're experiencing, it's blocking you from understanding anything. All you know now is pain. Isn't the brain amazing?" I bend to her level, and the amount of blood gushing out of her wounds and spilling onto the floor is a beautiful sight. I refuse to to resist the urge to poke my finger in the bleeding cut so I do just that. I insert my finger in it and press on it till she's screaming and her blood is spilling uncontrollably. "Wow,

“Remember when we went boat riding?” “Yeah. Why?” “I never had fun in a long time, and you were just gorgeous, but having a constant hard-on and you in yellow swimsuits didn’t just help my case.” “I’m still in yellow swimsuits, but with a growing belly, and soon will have stretchmarks all over my tummy, my thighs, my ass, and my boobs. Not beautiful anymore.” I let go of a shaky sigh. I paid attention to her shoulders. “You will always be beautiful even with imperfections. You will always be beautiful with the marks of your sacrifices of bearing our child. I will never disregard that.”

My upper body lowered down, my face on the other side of the pillow before I rose back up. The pleasure rippled through me so much I thought it would paralyze or kill me. A loud moan escaped with a cry after because this, him suffering and fucking me so wildly, sent me to the edge too. There pleasure I derived from pain was like a hit of cocaine. It was not normal. Normal people didn’t come from such deep pain.

It was terrifyingly beautiful and perfect and more than she deserved. David wanted to slam his eyes shut, to block it all out as the pain crashed through him in waves, punching him in the gut repeatedly as it tore through him. But his traitorous body wouldn't let him. He couldn't even look away from the beautiful woman in his arms. He watched the realization sink into her at the same time. He desperately wanted to wipe the look on her face away, to protect her from the whole fucked up situation but he couldn't even protect himself.