King Sorrow A Novel Novels & Stories

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

I could feel the weight of the pressure on my feet slowly melt away, releasing me, as the warmth descended further into my bones, making my legs and feet, feel lighter with every step, gravitating towards the golden light floating just beyond the water. My eyes stung with the heat, that burst out in waves in front me, blinding me for few seconds as it grew brighter, destroying the shadows in its wake, taking the frigid cold with it. " Sarah, my beautiful child. I'm so very sorry for all the pain and sorrow you have endured. But sadly my child your tears of sorrow have yet to come to there end. You must listen to me now, the fate of the world rest in your hands and a few others you have yet

The senses that had been clouded for so long were suddenly ripped open by overwhelming grief. Selena's final emotions flooded into his mind: despair, finality, and an all-consuming hatred over losing her child. Cade even sensed the fading bloodline aura of that lost little life. That aura…was exactly the same as his own. "Ugh!" Cade's rage surged to his chest, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. The clash of emotions nearly split him in two. One half was wild joy, and the other half was uncontrollable fury.

Ever since the present King took the throne, the lives of millions started to change into a hell. I don't even know the King's name or even seen him, but seeing the sufferings of the people because of him and hearing about the cruel behavior of the King, made shivers run down my spine. But I never knew I would end up as his prisoner. Just like the people who suffered in this Kingdom, I too lost everything. What was once my home, got destroyed in a war two years ago. I have been on the run ever since then. I am Ara, Cho Ara! A normal young girl enjoying my life with my family. But everything changed now, I don't have a family, home or anything. I thought I would be lost forever...that I would

Kim. Just a while ago, I took a plunge under the water after a strange emotion overwhelmed me. Mr. Kim Mori, the man in my dreams, just punished me with a glass of wine after losing a game. It was a swimming competition under the moonlit night where I lost consecutively for three rounds. Who could ever win under his gaze? I even felt like dying in thrill and excitement every time he looked at me.

“Just thinking about how much this place has changed since the old pack left.” Corwin’s eyes darkened, a heavy shade of sorrow crossing his face. “They didn't just leave, Johnson. The Whitmoors... something terrible happened here. I was just a pup, but I still hear the howling sometimes. I pray to the Moon Goddess every dusk that the Alpha's son didn't suffer what they say he did.” Oh, I suffered, I thought, my gaze fixing on the grand double doors of the inner council chamber. And now I am back to return the favor.

Fooled me only thinking I could get out unscathed. I had hopes. Coming here, getting stuck in a room that smells exactly like her. I peeked. Just the surface, but everything was intriguing. The bookshelf is arranged in alphanumerical order. I switched them to reverse chronological, just for fun. Then I booked a cab and waited for it, and that's when I heard them downstairs. I understood the tone. It's so much more than anger, it comes from the pit of your stomach where everything else is dark and unfiltered.

“No.“ She just simply said. There, for the very first time I heard her talk in a normal way. Her voice is what you would consider as angelic. It was smooth and was calm as a woman’s voice could be. “Then what seemed to be your problem?“ I asked confusingly “I’m just... thankful. Thankful that you came and saved me from the debt-collector. I would have been sold to the slave house if you didn’t came. I thank you very much“ She said as slowly placed her hands on the floor and bowed her head deeply. It was a form of apology known as “Dogeza.” I was stunned to see her gesture. “You don’t need to do this“ I said quickly “How can I ever thank you? Is there anything that I can do?“ she replied she

I tried to get out on his arms but he hug me so tight, I tried to push him but I do not have any strength to do so. When I'm finally calm he loose his grip on me, I just look at him and smiled, those smile is a remembrance of the pain I'm having to today, at this time. I try to walk out in his room without anything in my hand, I might looked like a mess but I don't care anymore. The pain I'm having with is so much to handle, this feeling that I do not want to feel again. I saw a lot of people looking at me, I even saw Aunt Lorreta running towards me but I choose to ignore it, I don't want any of them come near at my life again.

The remnants of divine fury clung to the air, unseen but heavy, pressing down on the weary figures that stood amidst the wreckage. Elior ran a hand over his face, his fingers coming away stained with blood, his or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. His sword, the weapon that had struck the final blow, felt heavier than ever at his side. The world should have felt lighter, freer, but something was wrong. The victory felt hollow, the silence too deep. Myrra knelt among the shattered remnants of the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the fading ink of the First King’s records. The final words were barely legible now, as though the knowledge itself had begun to wither.