Dolor Novels & Stories

But the pain only seemed to intensify, spreading through his body like wildfire. Ragnar struggled to sit up, his breathing labored as he fought the pain. He coughed, and a spatter of blood escaped his lips, staining the sheets beneath him. Despite the pain, he managed to cry out, "Is anyone out there? Help me!" Ragnar's muscles tensed, and his body was rigid as he tried to withstand the pain, but his body could no longer bear the agony. He fell to the floor with a thud, his back hitting the hard surface. The impact caused an extra wave of pain to surge through his body. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to suppress a scream, but a loud moan escaped his lips.

Author’s POV The bright morning sun streamed through the window, its strong golden rays touching Dolores’s face. The warmth felt good on her skin, a brief moment of comfort until a sharp, unbearable pain burned through her stomach. The memory of being held down on the bed, Madam Dinero’s henchmen standing over her as the needle sank into her arm, came back with disgusting clarity. The pain increased, and Dolores screamed, a deep, harsh sound that echoed through the walls. She fell off the bed, landing hard on her face. She cried as she tried to push herself up from the floor, but her limbs felt weak and unresponsive.

It hurts alot. ************

The pain wasn't just physical; it was a violation of something sacred within her. As the pain persisted, Myla's body quivered, her fingers clenching into fists as she fought to endure the unrelenting torment. The burn felt as if it was etching itself into her very soul, branding her with an agony that defied description. Each moment stretched into an eternity as her vision blurred and her breathing turned ragged, the pain consuming her thoughts, her sense of self, and her ability to find solace.

Dom whispered, his strong hand reaching out for the nape of my neck where he squeezed me, the pressure quelling the fog of pain. They were going to be okay. They were going to be okay. The words echoed into my head, breathing life into my hollow chest. It was painful, something inside of me was hurting. I didn’t know what, but it was the kind of pain that scorched your lungs and heart, the one that makes everything blurry, beckoning you to the darkest realms of torture. It was the gruesome kind that destroyed, and I felt it throughout my body, crackling like a current from my head to my toes. But the repeated mantra dulled the ache, surprisingly, I saw things around, and everything cleared.

My pace stumbles for half a second when the bond pulses again. Pain. Sharp. Weakening. Something has happened to him.

DORA Jasper raised himself up on his arms and checked on me. “Are you okay?” I was not. The pain I felt was white-hot and searing, like a blade of fire slicing through my flesh. I have experienced many pains in my life, but this was more than I could bear. Tears rolled out of my eyes as every nerve ending in my body was set ablaze, the agony rippling out in waves that burned and twisted in my veins. I had no idea I had been gripping the spot as I writhed in pain underneath him.

She clung to him, still trembling. In one swift thrust, he buried himself all the way to the hilt. Maya yelped, mind-numbing pain searing through her. She didn't see this coming. It hurts so much and it was as uncomfortable as hell. " Sweet God. " She heard him groan and she opened her eyes. Dexter looked tortured, sweat beading his forehead. "Are you okay?" He asked, his soft voice belying the urgency in his blood. She nodded hurriedly, tears burning her eyes.