Este Dolor No Es Mio Novels & Stories

"That's not a real diagnosis." "Isn't it?" Silas's mouth curved into something that might have been a smile if it had reached his eyes. "I'm a musician. I forgot how to play, why I played, and even what music was supposed to mean to me." He placed the sweater in a drawer, his movements slow and deliberate. "They say that's dysphoria. A disconnect between who you are and what you're supposed to be." "That sounds like depression." "Maybe." Silas closed the drawer. "What about you? What brings Marcus Webb to the most exclusive psychiatric facility in Northern California?"

It was already embarrassing and unlucky enough that the stepbrother I loathed was the same person I'm meant to call boss in a company I've been wanting to work in. At this point, I didn't think it could get any worse. "I have a question." He said. I squinted my eyes in unease. "Okay?" The word morphed into a question. His riling smirk widened, it was the kind I wanted to smack out of his face. "How does it feel to have the table turned against you... Stepsister?”

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

But the truth remained, heavy and unbearable. I’m not a true Del Carmen. Andres is more than my stepbrother. And no matter how much I deny it, the scandal will never disappear. How long can I keep hiding everything?

Griff asked in concern, and I lightly shook my head before laughing it off. “Got you,” I told him and he looked at me in disbelief. “So not funny, bro.” He told me and I smiled softly. My cheek doesn’t hurt that bad only when someone touches it. I can’t believe my mom hit me. And this morning she didn’t show any remorse for what she did, instead, she tried to gaslight me into thinking that Storm puts my life in danger. It’s like I don’t know who she is anymore. Why is she so against me and Storm dating?

If he didn't want to tell me, it's because he doesn't care, I shouted, exhausted, my voice trembling. — I'm so sorry for everything you've been through, dear, and that's precisely why I don't want anything else to happen to you, she said with the same melancholy. — But nothing bad can happen to me anymore. I've suffered enough; I don't think there's anything worse than this. I feel broken, used, deceived. I don't deserve this, I shouted, frustrated, standing up, running my hands through my hair in despair. I hated the vague statements, and Clara's words were making me draw too many conclusions. Diego woke up because of our shouting. He was still naked when I turned to look at him. He quickly

Pain explodes in my elbow, and I hiss through my teeth as I clutch my arm. Great. Just fucking great. As if the misery of my heart breaking wasn’t enough, apparently, I need physical injuries to match. Sleep was impossible last night anyway. Being told I don't matter, and that I was nothing was a blow I couldn't shake. It cut deeper than I’ll like to admit. Everything cuts deeper than I’ll like to admit when it comes to Nero. It’s my own awful luck for having feelings for a man made of ice. Feelings I can’t seem to switch off, no matter how cruel he becomes.

I can feel how my mother's body started to tremble yet she is giving all her might to hide her panic and appear as strong as she can be. "Mother! It hurts so much! What is happening to me?" I asked while struggling to say every word. I don't know why this is happening to me lately and why I am the only vampire that is suffering with this while the other vampire with the same age as mine are not having any trouble with this.

Then pain so much pain…… I open my eyes as I cry out. My stomach feels like it is on fire as I scream clutching at my lower belly. I don’t even hear my parents enter my room all I know is that I feel my daddy’s cool hands touching my face. “What is wrong Corbin…... Where does it hurt….” Still, I just cannot answer as I cry on his shoulder wishing I was dead so the pain would just stop. “Dell, she is in heat.” Surprised, I look over at my father when the pain dulls for just a moment. I see him standing in the doorway of my room holding his nose. “Sh*t, get Paden. She is the only one who will be able to help her.” I hear my father’s quick steps leaving my room. “Daddy, how is it that I’m havin

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I winced in response to the sudden surge of pain. "No one and nothing should ever hurt you, except for me." Does he have a bipolar personality or what?