King Sorrow A Novel Novels & Stories

I get out of bed, go to the linen closet and grab a blanket, before leaving the room I take the book lying on the night table, go to the kitchen for a glass of milk, and head to the living room where I curl up on the couch to read. Doug reached out for the handle, then had second thoughts and leaned down to look through the crack. He was shocked at what he saw. The seat was covered in blood, as was the dashboard and steering wheel. Suddenly an intense pain burst in his left hand, so intense that it seemed to course through his entire body, leaving a trail of fire and filling every space with suffering. Doug didn't scream, he couldn't. His throat closed up from the sudden shock. “AAAAHHH!” I

“ Shit little swan , I can't hold back “ he hisses and then he begins to move and I do exactly what he wanted I cry I sob. Not because it was hurting , I mean it did a little but because it was too much. It was like nothing I had felt before, it was like he was everywhere new nerve endings had sparked to life and I was lost in this overwhelming pleasure that I fear may kill me. His hands go to my hips and he slams into me over and over and I sob and moan and snot runs from my nose but I don't care because I don’t even fully register what my body is doing anymore. It is lost , and only he anchors me to this world. He keeps going like a bull the whole time , not slowing down. I feel a heat con

I would ensure their ruin was slow, public, and agonizing. But then, the ice in her demeanor broke. A soft sob escaped her, followed by a real, gut-wrenching cry. She cried like a lost child, and I discovered in that moment that I loathed seeing her in pain. I reached out and dragged her toward me, pulling her small frame against my chest to let her bawl it out.

Author's point of view Kyle's boot crunched over broken glass as he adjusted Shea more securely in his arms. Her weight was light— to light for someone so fierce— and her head rested limply against his chest. A streak of dried tears cut through the grime on her face. His men finally stormed down the stairs, their blades drawn. Their eyes widened at the carnage. Three bodies lay scattered, one in a pool of his own intestines with a missing manhood, another with his skull carved against the wall, and the last bleeding around a mutilated stump.

she frowned coldly. Makeala sent an email to Selena of the translated letter and Selena got it printed out. They gathered around and sat down as Grandpa Kai started to read the printout. I am in pain, in great pain. I can feel my baby dying, his soul slipping off my grip every second. His heartbeat slowed down to almost none. It has been days–my baby is suffering for days. An innocent soul who never committed any sin, who has never even harmed an insect. Yet he is suffering a painful death. Why?

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

I wasn't someone who cried especially in situations like this but either i was becoming a soft piece of shit or I was pmsing because all I wanted to do was cry. For the first time in a while, I had felt happy and like I belonged here. Dallas made me feel warm the way he was looking at me all night and we actually connected. Then Orion made me feel like I was actually... someone, not a nobody. I was having a good despite the fact that I didn't even want to come tonight and River had to take that away because she wanted to feel better about herself.

She let out a heartbroken cry and his hands, which were fighting to get her unclad, froze midair. It was as if her cry broke through the thick fog of alcohol and lust had permeated over him and he regained consciousness of his impending action. "Fuck!" He cussed agitatedly, pushing himself away from the sobbing Keira in front of him, a remorseful and sober plastered on his face. "I'm sorry, Keira..." He reached his arms to console her, but she flinched and pulled herself away from his reach. Her arms were crossed over her chest protectively, even as she was sobbing.

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

What shocked him was seeing the person bound to the cross, her mouth sealed as she struggled fiercely atop the cross gazing at the fire as if burnt higher and higher in sheer horror. He realised they were burning his mate alive! They were trying to use her as a goddamn sacrifice! The darkness has been keeping a tight leash upon swelled as fury greater than anything he has ever felt boiled deep inside of him. He suddenly heard a soft voice in his head, “King,” right as the cross collapsed towards the fire and King exploded! ***** In a brightly lit room in Asteroy, Knox suddenly slammed his hand on the table and he shot up to his feet in excitement. “I found it!”