Hurting For A Very Hurtful Pain Novels & Stories

Allen spoke, with deepest concern shining through his eyes, grasping my hands in between his hands he pressed and tried to a firm what he had mentioned. I was so affected by what happened just some seconds ago, that I was in no state to listen or understand a word. "Are you listening to me." He asked, to reassure, I just nodded not able muster back my energy to utter a word, it is truly said, emotional pain hurts more as compared to physical pain. When we are physically hurt atleast we know where we had suffered a wound, we had pain killers and ointments for it early recovery; but when our soul is hurt the wound is incurable and utmost painful. Nothing feels right, all things seem to deepen

Aris seemed to be so near… yet so far and I was still being hurt up until now. I tilted my head and looked upwards to prevent my tears from falling. For the past six consecutive days, I did nothing except for the crying. I couldn’t believe that the hurt in my heart now was worse compared to what I experienced with Ivan. True enough, the word ‘hurt’ holds a lot more meaning than usual. It holds more than what we could perceive, accept, and understand.

I HATE when others hurt my children! My child…..my child is hurt. My child has been hurting for a while, and I’ve felt that pain. I’ve felt the piercing in her heart and the confusion in her mind. I’ve curled up in bed and sobbed with her. I’ve tried to take my heart out like she did, hoping the pain would stop. My child is hurt, and she’s……. she’s dying.

He hurt me. When he stripped down and stood before me, the size of his cock shocked me. I didn't have much experience with sizes, but it wasn't hard to see that Killian O'Hara was huge, and I knew when he put it in me, it was going to hurt. He had warned me it would hurt a little, even my new friends Stacey and Julianne had told me that, so I was expecting a little pain. I could not help being tense. I wanted to give Killian the pleasure he deserved. He had been so kind and gentle towards me, but the pain was unbearable, and I froze up as he pushed deeper inside me. I wanted to feel the pleasure he had promised; he kept saying there would be a little pain, and then I would feel pleasure. Unf

Hurt.betrayal.pain.They said these this make you change completely and drastically...well why? It means you succumb to this cruel world easily as you are willing to change your nature and your personality just because you don't want to get hurt, but you can live with the fake demeanour of yours for the whole life. Of Course, human beings always choose the easy way to handle things or to handle life.

Every jostle sent ripples of pain through his shoulder, back, and neck. The flesh wound still oozed blood and the entire right side of his body wore a purple-yellow smear of a bruise. It hurt so bad he could hardly negotiate the raw landscape that strobed in and out of focus all around him. Pain sheeted through him with a terrible intensity pain felt like a sharp-toothed creature eating him from the inside.

Correction: Nothing will hurt me more than being whipped with a flogger dipped in wolfs bane. That’s the true definition of pure genuine agony. As soon as the first lash landed hard on my back, I knew I will be scarred emotionally for life. The sting it left after contact remained while another one was added merely two seconds after the first. I kept quiet for merely five minutes as more stings were added until I felt like my entire back was a series of stinging burning lines that never went away. After five minutes of my torture session, I couldn’t keep from screaming out in pain. Not that it did anything at all to lessen what I was feeling, but it was my body’s natural response, it was inv

VIOLET Everything hurts. So, it means I am still unfortunately alive. Pain is the indication of the unwanted life. Always. I force myself to blink my eyes open. The pain becomes intense. It’s like a chunk of flesh was ripped off my shoulder when that werewolf lunged at me and I was thrown on the hard ground, my head hitting the stones with full force. Brutal. It’s the usual brutal treatment werewolves are used to giving humans. It will be an absolute lie if I do say that I am used to pain now. Pain is the only thing you can never get used to. If affects you the same even after years.

I fucking hate it. That's when the hurt came crashing down. It hurt. My stomach hurt. My heart hurt. My body hurt. My soul hurt. I was in so much pain. I couldn't control myself and I slid off the bed, falling on my knees and collapsed on the ground. So much pain. I felt like my entire being was being torn in half. My head hurt. I could feel her being torn apart from my conscience as we become separate individuals. I punched the floor a couple of times. Fuck. Why did it hurt so much?

They can't hurt me anymore; they can't hurt me anymore. I kept repeating that sentence in my head over and over again like a broken record. They can't hurt me physically, that is, but mentally, they can. They will always haunt me, no matter what I do. Their words will always be imprinted in my brain. Words hurt more than body pain. You will heal with medication or surgery, but the words will be a part of me till the day I take my last breath. Every word, every kick, every punch. Everything will always be a part of me no matter what I do.