Book On Suffering Novels & Stories

Willow was simply handling hers in the worst possible way. “Suffering is not knowing what you’ll eat tomorrow. Suffering is being unable to sleep because you know danger lurks soundly. Suffering is standing soaked in the rain because you don’t have a roof under which to shelter. Suffering is enduring pain without being able to complain!” Unintentionally, Gia had drawn from her own past experiences. She only wanted to make Willow realize how fortunate she still was.

Sensual Content Ahead. 🔞 This Book may be triggering for some. It is packed with Loads of erotic content, BDSM languages and Matured content I suggest that you stay off this book if younger than 21. Chapter 1. “Your last illness was caused by a mental condition. I’m sorry, Miss Jasmine, but I’m afraid you have a brain tumor. It must be operated on before it worsens and affects your thinking.” A tumor. In her brain. It felt like a death sentence wrapped in sterile sympathy.

You want to suffer? "Yes," Together said. "I want to suffer. I choose suffering. I volunteer for agony. Because I know suffering. Because I understand suffering. Because I am expert in suffering. I lived in forced merger for twenty-three years. Twenty-three years of incompatible consciousnesses trapped together. Twenty-three years of internal warfare. Twenty-three years of constant agony. I know suffering intimately. I understand suffering deeply. I am suffering made conscious. Take me. You will find my suffering exquisite. Will find my agony profound. Will find my torture perfect. I am built for suffering. I am designed for agony. I am created for torture. Take me. Feed on me. Consume me. I

Christian Agony is white, and suffering is red, a haze of red, and life is just a swarm of black mist clouding my vision. My only lucid thought now-- Trapped. My only feeling-- Too many feelings: panic, hatred, confusion, anger, regret… A spear of light stabs down into my skull as the lid of this tomb is once again shoved aside with a grating of stone. The most lovely pair of guarded and seemingly depthless, darkest eyes hold my fracturing stare--

With every passing day, I feel them losing faith in their so-called Alpha. When the nights fall, and the darkness wraps around me like a second skin, I allow myself to remember. Not to mourn—but to sharpen. Every betrayal, every slap, every time Sebastian called me “his”—it plays on repeat in my mind like a cursed lullaby. But I don’t break. I don't cry. I don't pray. I plan. Even when my body shakes from hunger, when my skin is numb with cold, I let the agony mold me. There is power in suffering, and I’m learning to wear mine like armor.

A paralyzing pain instantly flooded my body. Is this right? I can’t even imagine how badly he must be hurt to react like this. My eyes went on the chapter heading of a book that had opened up as it fell. It said— Is life long enough for all the pain we put it through? I broke into tears. I got to my feet with a deep breath. Correcting my clothes, I picked up the books and arranged them on the shelves. I ran out of the bookshelves towards the corkboard. I looked at the table. Kian’s phone was gone.

Susparia Pov I never thought that the things can be this dangerous and is hard to digest. My Life has been a ride on Hard Thorns. My Life is full of pein and tears. Never have I ever felt the need to Live. I felt like Killing myself. But my bad, I can't. There is some kind of Power stopping me from Dying. Whatever it is, I don't want to Live. I don't deserve this Kind of pain. Never have I ever Hurt someone like this but all I got is Pain. The never Ending Pain that got doubled as the Time passed. As the Days kept passing, My Pain kept Increasing. Things are never in My Favor and My Culprits never got the punishment they deserve.

His touch and his voice were the only light in the dark. ~*~ Today was different. There was no darkness. There was no pain. There were no voices nor touches. There was light. Blinding, white light. I was glad to have that light after a long time of darkness. But the light was far away. It was like a dot from somewhere far. It was a horizontal spotlight. And it was calling me. So I ran towards it like a dog running to get his bones. The light started to grow bigger. And bigger. And bigger. As it does, it started to sting—my eyes started to sting. At first I feared I was going blind. So I stopped for a moment. Contemplated. However, there was no time to think. A painful spark exploded in my ch

I went through my highs and lows , with no one but God on my side – and honestly , I have fought through it all. Telling you guys , my readers , about my life has not been easy – some times it had gotten a little emotional and some times it even got a little painful. How ever , the need to tell and spread the word of what I had gone through was to great. Who knows , maybe by telling this story I could finally help a few women out who were going through the same. I want to show people that it is okay to be in a slump , it is okay to some times fall…but it is not okay to stay down.

"You're not experiencing all suffering simultaneously—you're experiencing your own process of understanding suffering through sequential individual experiences." "But why would I choose to suffer even sequentially?" reality asked. "What purpose does pain serve?" The Stagnation Entity offered unexpected wisdom. "Pain defines pleasure through contrast. Without suffering, joy has no meaning. Without darkness, light is just uniform brightness." "That's cruel logic," reality protested. "Creating suffering to give meaning to its absence." Through Compassion, Sarah felt different truth. "Not creating suffering but allowing it. You could have remained uniform, painless, joyless—perfectly balanced no