Novel & Cerita Beauty Is Painful

I feel nothing there, as here, I’m overwhelmed by it all to the point that I let it drag me because I have no power or will to pull it, it always wins. Pain. I stretched my hand and soothed my fingers over her knuckles, they were burned, you could see the blisters, but it was beautiful. It was beautiful because she felt nothing. The red bruise was surrounded by purple and blue streaks, a work of art on her body. If she wakes up, these will be profanities on her body but I’ll always see them for what they are, beautiful. I heard the door open and there stood Xavier. Xavier was affected by this same pain. He didn’t like seeing me here because he thought I didn’t feel it there. Besides the slig

I literally wasted all that time reading chapters that would not come up in the exam when I could have used the extra time to study other subjects! I feel like such a fool that I curl myself into a ball and whimper. Out of everything that I experienced as a human, studying might be the most difficult thing that I encountered, which makes me want to give up this mission. “Is Belle crying? Tell me who bullied you, and I will make sure that they apologize!” I hear Duncan say in the background while I still have my face planted on the ground. “Dude, if anyone is out bullying Belle, don’t you think that she could have handled it herself?” I hear Feris coming to my defense, and judging from the so

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He wasn't going to console her or try digging deep into why she was crying. " You know what Carlos, once I thought that I was really beautiful and special, and that with my accomplishments at such a young age, I could get everything that I've ever wanted. But look at me, alone, abused, depressed, with nothing at all," Elvira said in pain.

Mr Hathaway said and he wneg into his car,the driver drove off,the car I was in was different, it was only me with two of the six men in the sleeper car. I cried my soul out as they torture me to feed their lustful pleaures. **BEAUTY'S POV** I woke up ,my hody was aching terribly,I don't know where I was or how I get there. "Mom?..Dad.?.. I held on my aching head trying to remember what happened,why is my body painting me this much...then I felt a sharp pain around my private area. I tried to get off the bed bit my waist hurts too.

He is in a panic, he don’t know what to do and he look desperate right now. But the most thing I hate with what I see right now is the guilt he has in his face. Like, there’s nothing I needed to ask. The answers are all written in his face. And it fucking hurts. “Babe…” “This explains the lack I feel when we are in that bed and doing it, huh? I thought it was me… I thought I have shortcomings and having problems with pleasuring you.” I hissed, trying not to let my tear ran down my cheeks. “But its not me, right? Heck, I’m not even sure if its women you want at all.”

Far beneath that moment… something continued observing the fragile pattern of effort and distance… recording how connection isn’t defined by perfection… but by whether it holds after it begins to slip.

A befitting punishment before the final sentence. “All your life you have used your beauty as a shield. But when the one man you craved for despised your beauty, you felt useless. And I will tell you this for free, Nyra,” I paused, lurching forward to bring my lips to her ears “You are nothing.” Her eyes reddened with pain as a grin spread across my lips. It’s about things got a little interesting around here.

I made my way to the living room and took a seat beside mum. She smiled at me and gave me a hug when I came in. “How's my beautiful daughter doing? How did your day go?” She asked. I grimaced. I get that they always made extra sure to tell me how beautiful I was and all that, so I wouldn't feel bad about how I looked. But I wished they realized they only made me see myself less and less in the light they were trying to paint to me. I just didn't see what they saw. Beautiful? Yeah, right.

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."