Jars Of Sadness Novels & Stories

“Mr. Wade... I followed your orders and didn’t get up… Please…! Please restore my power…” Then, he burst out in uncontrollable tears. Decades of cultivation had vanished in an instant. It was a terrible blow for Cason, so he was willing to do anything to regain his strength. Jarvis, for his part, didn’t expect his high-spirited junior to be in such a miserable state after not seeing him for half a month.

After Cara collected the jars, she and Adelia returned to her mansion, where Alphaeus, Arthur and the two other leaders were waiting for them. “She did it,” Cara informed them and she placed the three jars on the table. “So these are the things that are keeping him alive,” Arthur commented as he stared at the jars with an unreadable expression on his face. “Hmmm,” Cara affirmed. Arthur didn’t take his eyes off the jars and without warning, he pushed them off the table causing the jars to fall onto the ground and breaking them.

Knowing even though she is not awake, she is still using all her energy to try and save me, from this never-ending sorrow. Dark circles are all I see around me, looking into all these exhausted faces of the people I love and care most for in this hard world. Knowing I am the cause for all their suffering, makes my body feel over racked with pain and devastating sadness, making my stomach churn. Weeping inside everytime I look into their eyes, watching all the happiness slip away. I don't know how to help them or myself. Except to maybe leave my pack territory and go in search of the man my heart is longing for.

Playlist~ Emma Bale - All I Want Jay was still in shock when he saw his friend lying down there lifeless. Of all the worst things he might have expected, this was beyond expectations. His legs were wobbling and his body shuddered and his eyes were getting blurry with tears. His legs couldn't carry him to where Drake's body was lying.

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.

“N-no, no, no, no! I never wanted that to happen! I didn’t want her to die! I would’ve done anything to make it up to her . . . anything!” The thing smiled at his grief. “Well that’s too bad, buddy boy, cause she died, choking on her own vomit. Guess she really meant it when she said she couldn’t live with the thought of you sleeping with someone else.” It waggled a scolding finger. “And it’s too late for apologies, Jarred, because Linda’s here with us in the dark, and she wants her pound of flesh.” An oily tongue licked ruined lips, dribbling saliva all over. “And we’re only too happy to oblige.” And then, sudden understanding strengthened Jarred’s knees, stiffening his arm as he once again

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