Este Dolor No Es Mio Novels & Stories

He also combed his hair with his own hand and both palms were shaking. "You don't know, what you're talking about. You don't know! You don't know how hard and painful I went through those moments. I can't tell anyone about the problem, I can't even be called a friend. Because they're all friends. I feel like I'm a contagious and serious disease, so many people stay away from me. Is it a sin to be ugly? Maybe you can't understand what I'm telling you now, because you never will. You haven't experienced being as ugly as we are! Maybe Alona and I feel the same way and I also know that she can understand what I'm telling you now. "

I knew we were exclusively dating as we had talked about it, we just hadn't labelled ourselves yet. When we arrived at Blake's mothers house, she was standing in the drive way with her arms crossed, looking slightly annoyed. I looked over at Blake he said "oh, no. She's not happy because we are late, we shouldn't have stopped to let you go to the bathroom" at the time I didnt respond because I think I was deafened by the nerves.

As we send out the lantern together and sounds of cheer and claps surround us I squeeze my result paper that is held tightly in my trembling left palm looking down at my feet tears of piercing agony tumbling down my cheeks. "Theia?" The way he calls my name saturated with heavy concern has me wail audibly my excruciating pain revealed in the sound of the gut-wrenching cries I am unable to control. I cannot do this, I do not want this. Why? Why me? After everything I underwent, after everything I have survived through to get here. Why is it that the moon keeps denying me my happiness? I weakly collapse to the ground grasping onto my bleeding chest for dear life as I gaze up at my confused mal

I'm so weak. I'm sorry, Angelo.

He shouldn't have had to go through any of this. "I just wanted to make things a little easier for you. We're friends, aren't we?" He smiled and adjusted my blanket. "God, you coughed up blood again?" I mustered a weak smile but quickly curled up because of the pain in my stomach. It was as if a fire was raging inside my chest, like someone was pounding on my ribs with relentless fists. "The doctors say your condition is getting worse," he muttered, distressed. "Soon, the standard treatments won't work anymore. But if you're willing, I can get you a spot in the country's top medical research program."

He said as he sat close to me. “I am not a werewolf.” I said, disregarding what he said. Then he sighed. “Look, I understand how hard it is, not to accept it. But come on, that’s who you are, and the faster you accept it, the easier it becomes for you.” Then I felt a bone crack. “When is this excruciating pain going to leave?” I whimpered. “Oh, no. It hasn’t started.” “What?” I asked in tears as I looked at him.

she replied softly. Loren and Enzo walked into the room and helped me up. “Please..” I cried. “I’m so sorry, miss.. I’m so sorry.” Loren said. They drug me out of the room as I sobbed. I can’t be.. they must be wrong.. there’s no way.. I haven’t found my mate.. I haven’t touched anyone but Viktor.. I only want him.. I felt myself on the verge of shifting from stress and anger. They were lying! This is wrong! It’s all wrong!

Or maybe… I just don’t want to be alone in this pain. God, I hate this.

I had no idea what or where it came from, I just felt it and had to endure it. I kept it to myself because even I couldn’t understand what is going on with me, I thought maybe I’d share once I know it. I just know for a fact it can’t be a sickness or a disease, I’m a werewolf and one of our naturals is to heal from any form of natural pain. Self inflicted or the opposite. “So will you tell me what happen?” Lucas’ voice drew me back to the moment. I was laid on a soft mattress over a metal made bunk, and it was just us inside the room, no one else.

“The only people who’ve ever mistreated me were you.” Dad instantly went mad with rage. He grabbed my arm and tried to drag me toward the payment counter. “You’re transferring the money today, no matter what! If you don’t have a loan, you can break your fixed deposits! I don’t want to see a cent less!” I used all the strength in me to shove him away. “I said, I’m not paying a single cent. Give it up!” Dad roared, “If you don’t get us the money today, don’t ever think of being a part of this family!”