Jars Of Sadness Novels & Stories

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.

They died every day, dwindling in number. By the time Jarik finished, his face was wet. Tears soaking his cheeks. He was breaking with emotions. The guilt was devouring him inside out. "I'm sorry," he whispered, voice ragged, eyes tightly shut. "I never meant to hurt this realm. I hate myself for it. I hate that I let sorrow and the pain of losing my beloved wife and unborn child in the depths of icy waters drive me to this. I-" He choked, tears dripping onto the stone floor. "I couldn't bear watching my people suffer for something they never even understood..."

Anytime I think about it, I tear up so badly, crying myself to sleep. “Valeria,” Jessica snapped into my thoughts. I looked up at her; she was looking at me with her arms folded and her lips pulled up in a frown. “I don’t know what is making you sad, but don’t ruin the make-up; it took us hours to cover those eye bags, so hold those tears,” she snapped. I looked at the mirror; they truly did a good job covering the eye bags and tear lines. The makeup is beautiful; I look beautiful with the thousands of layers of foundation, but I don’t feel beautiful. I feel drained, and I wish the night would be over so I could sleep away my sorrows.

Chapter 72 Zara’s POV I don’t know how long I cried. Minutes? Hours? Time had lost all meaning. All I knew was the emptiness where Josh had been standing. The silence where his voice should have been. The cold air where his warmth used to fill the space. My sobs tore through the warehouse, raw and animalistic. I couldn’t stop them. Couldn’t control them. They came from somewhere so deep inside me that I didn’t even recognize the sounds as my own.

My hands are shaking as I held a blade over my pulse. My palms are sweaty and cold, tears stream from my eyes as the past events in my life unfold before me. I watch my life rewind with an emotionless stare as all I feel now is that I am so lost. Hopeless. Sad. Alone.

Jordan said while holding the picture frame. I was about to walk inside my room when he speaks. "Joash, when will I see this smiles again?" He asked and showed me our image. I saw how happy I am on that photo. I've been asking myself lately, when will that happiness be back to me? "I don't know" I answered "I'll just change my clothes" I added I walked straight to my room and glanced at my mirror and saw how sadness covered my face, I tried to pull out a smile, my lips are smiling but I can still see how sad I am through my eyes.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.

She could see unshed tears in her eyes, tremble of her fingers as she tried to clean plates, clenching of her jaw and paling of her skin. It was strange how Grace felt pity for the woman when she barely knew her story. **** The night was hard, the bed was colder and the night seemed to be lengthier than normal days. Either it was the fact that she felt pity for Lisa or there was this sudden rush of memories that she had buried years ago. Grace knew it was unthinkable, but Lisa reminded her so much of her sister. Unexpectedly, Grace could recollect everything that took years to forget.

Even though the downsides include the most terrifying things you could think of. ‘’Hi Zara, you look like shit’’ I look down at myself and it occurred to me that I did look like shit. My hair is a mess and I think I have eye bags the size of Antartica in my eyes. The death of Sebastian was really taking its toll on me even way more than George . And I can’t even tell my good friend, Judas because I hate the word sorry or if someone is taking pity on me. It makes me feel pathetic and exactly the same horrible way I felt the day that my parents died so now, I don’t want to feel like that ever again not if I can help it. Even my clothes are screaming shit. They had a yellow stain from the musta

The Stiletto's she wore shined with sprinkled stones. From one second to the next, she was reminded of her past, after college when her parent informed her they wouldn't be supporting her dream. She felt an agonizing pain in her. Even now after four years, that memory still made her want to crumble on her knees, it devastated her. "Gabby?" Jemima interrupted her thoughts Gentle hands placed on Gabby's shoulders. "You look beautiful" "Thank you so much, for all your help. I can't believe you did this in an hour, I don't think I would have been able to pull this off by myself”