Beauty Is Painful Novels & Stories

"As long as you think the world is beautiful, you'll start to see the beauty in it." Hindi nalang ako kumibo at tumitig nalang sa mga ilaw ng mga bahay at building sa harapan ko. Sa mga taong naglalakad sa kalsada na tila mga langgam nalang mula rito sa taas. Sa mga sasakyan na napakaingay. Sa pinaghalong tawanan at ingay ng musika mula sa mga malalaking shop. The world ain't beautiful. That's what drives me to give up on my own life. The world is unfair. It is painful. How can I see the beauty in it, if it only shows me ugly things? It only gives me painful memories?

Varz enraged. “I won’t kill them, but I will punish them for letting themselves fall into the deep of the despair pit. They have spent their lives by torturing themselves to ‘survive". Isn’t it painful? So, that’s why I am here.” GEM-B explained. “I do understand your feeling, but what you are doing is wrong,” Katon said.

'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.

"I hope it continues…" "Tita Clarissa…" "Fatima, there are many people who say that your body is like a closet. It's painful to admit, but that's the truth. Instead of your beauty being noticed first, they notice your body. So it's a pity that you have that pretty face if you can't use it. You too… and when you regret it, it might be too late." "I don't get what you mean, Tita."

Rufus’s point of view Pain is… beautiful. Not in the way mortals romanticize it—not the kind that inspires sonnets or earns sympathy. No, this pain is sacred. It strips me bare. Boils away the weakness. What’s left is pure. I no longer scream. I did, in the beginning. When Isabella used fire to remind me of the love we once shared. When Nathaniel dug into my veins with his light, thinking he could burn the truth out of me.

The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal. However, what caught Ciara's attention was a seemingly ordinary-looking mirror hanging next to the desk. Standing at a distance, Ciara could see the faint outline of herself reflected inside it. The shadow slowly transformed into a strange woman, who waved her hand to signal for Ciara to come closer. Usually, Ciara's curiosity was not very strong, but now there was something urging her to approach it. Ciara seemed to lose control, her eyes slowly losing focus. She was like a puppet being manipulated as she took slow steps towards the mirror. Just as her hand was abo

"I know i hurt you. I am sorry. I didn’t meant to. I just...” "Denzel. Look. What happened in past has gone. Now we have to look ahead. I have read the report in detail and talked to the doctor too. You have bear so much pain baby. Alone? Why didn’t you share with me? We are partners not only for smiles. We vowed to stay in pain and hardships too. That’s not fair. You spent happiness with me and didn’t talk to me to share your pains. Wasn’t i worth it?

I shrug. There’s something that the three years of sleepless nights on the itchy mattress of my six-by-eight room have helped me conclude; every pain and every pleasure in life is necessary. It has shaped me to become the man I am today. I am not the best but, I am not the worst either. There is beauty in being battered and being battered is what makes everyone beautiful. “Want to talk about Celeste?” Dr. Sean Evans, the fifty-five-year-old psychologist, smirks like a teenage girl eager to gossip with his best friend.

She had full breasts, a bigger size, round and peachy ass, she was true, a pure beauty. Billina let out a scoff and said, "Choose one, Josh." Then was quiet for a minute, the manager eagerly waiting for her to speak. "HIV or acid?" she asked sneering and Josh was stunned. "Ma'am? Are you seriously want her to suffer from a sex disease?" he asked, eyes wide. "Maybe..." she spoke confidently. "What is acid for?" he asked unaware. "Face...." replied the billionaire beauty. Wow! The girl hates that woman that she wants her to suffer for the rest of her life.

I admitted, my voice barely audible. Grace softened. “That doesn’t mean it’s useless. It just means it’s honest.” “I don’t want to be honest,” I snapped. “I want to be beautiful.” Grace met my eyes. “Celeste, beautiful doesn’t come from pretending you’re not in pain. It comes from knowing where the pain is—and choosing what to do with it.” I looked back at the desk. At the evidence of my unraveling disguised as creativity. Ryan’s name buzzed on my phone again.