It Hurts Isaac Novels & Stories

Alcohol solved nothing, but it was an enjoyable way to do so. Near him the sole relic seemed to glow, radiating with the spell, still strong. "Can you not cease it?" Isaac asked. "You clearly don't know how much it sickens me to hear their pain. I'll admit, I'm not a people person as such, but I'd never see anyone suffer like that." His lip curled as he looked down before turning away from the scene. "The agony...it's unbearable. The children...and their parents, I remember the pain in my parents' eyes when they left me all those centuries ago. I used to dream of two people, weeping, I never realised who they were until now."

Cold, pain, and exhaustion. That's what Isaac slept and woke up with for over a month. At first, it was bearable and he tried his best to keep himself in check. But with each passing day, especially after his father informed him that he had registered Natalie's death, Isaac found it harder to keep his brain within his head. It was in the clouds one minute, and under the ground the next, most times, it was hovering above his ears, torn, blank, and dark.

Suddenly as a tear or two was dropped on Issac's eyes, he finally woke up. He tried to sit up grunting in pain. "Issac!? Are you ok?" "Sabrina! What happened!? Ahh!!" He cried in pain again holding his right shoulder. "What's wrong?" I asked him as the pained expression on his face was bothering enough. "I think it's dislocated." He said grunting. "Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked. "No. Thankfully I landed on the sofa.. I'm not hurt much." "Oh yeah? That blood stained dress is saying otherwise." I heard someone from behind.

“Are you hurt?” Isla shook her head, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine,” she replied, though the words felt heavy on her tongue. Deep down, she was acutely aware of the pain radiating from her thighs, the muscles in her hips feeling rigid and sore from their earlier encounters. It was a discomfort that lingered, a reminder of the intensity of their connection, but there was also a strange sense of pleasure intertwined with the pain.

The deal, the silence, and Elias's deal were lies. Max felt it in one brutal instant, he had been scammed. With nothing left to hold onto, regret hit him harder than any loss on the ice. From then on, during practice, the captain complained about any slight fault he committed. Hinting at how undisciplined he was. Teammates made it worse as they became distant. So frustration hit him harder. Two weeks to their graduation, during his final game with the team, he pushed himself too hard trying to prove everyone wrong. That was the game where everything went wrong. He had an injury that might destroy his legs and his future career.

"She's sick and pulling a joke on you. How could you take her seriously and even injure her?" I had lost count of the times such an obviously faked scene had occurred. Regardless, Isaac sided with Megan blindly. I couldn't be bothered to listen to his lecture, so I said indifferently, "Isaac Pudley, this is the last time." Isaac's heart galloped at the sight of my stoic expression, feeling as though he had missed something important. Noticing the injuries on my head, he released Megan and said, "Forget it. I'll take you to the hospital first."

he hesitated, "Jack," Sally called again, tears in her eyes, "Shit," I mumbled before Mr. Issac burst in and sprinted over to Cyrus, "Son? Cyrus?" he asked horrified, "Wh-who are you? And why does my head hurt?" he winced, "Mr. Issac? What is it?" I asked walking over to Mr. Issac, "Memory loss. He doesn't remember most of the things like people and places," he said turning his head slightly over to mine,

I hate hearing what he says. "Shut up..." My voice is no louder than the rustle of sun-scorched leaves. “You don’t have the right to say that.” “Tasha, I know it’s my fault. I lost my temper. I certainly shouldn't have, but it was just a slap, and you just had a bad fall." "You just didn't dare to make a fist, you pathetic coward. You're justifying yourself again." The pallor disappears from Isaac's face and burgundy spots appear on his cheeks, giving them a semblance of blush.

I gently set Mom down and crouched by the corner of a wall to listen carefully. He was talking to himself. "Isaac, for the life of him, will never figure out the reason that he suffers all my injuries. And that's because…" My eyes flew wide open. So that was it!

Isaac was back in the hospital. He knew this the instant he was able to master his senses enough to smell that astringent smell and the sound of dozens of voices chattering. Not only that, but his entire body felt like it was in pain, from his head to his chest, as if he had been torn in half and sewn back together.