Novel & Cerita Love Is Beautiful Pain

Hello Readers! First, I would like to thank you all for reading Pain Before Bliss up until this moment. It has been such a joy writing it and I never thought I would write this much for this book. I never had a storyline written out for this book and I just let my thoughts and my heart run free, but it ran so seamlessly and I will forever be grateful.

It was about the emotion that lied beneath it and expressing that the only true way we knew how to. And it was, because he moved slowly and torturously inside me. My hips grinded slowly, in time with him. But our kiss never broke. Our grip never wavered and our tears didn’t stop falling. Because pain and love are one and the same. To love, you must feel pain. To feel pain, you must love. They go hand in hand. It was endless, these movements. They went on forever, neither wanting to let go because we knew that, when we do, it was over. It was back to the pain and loneliness of the past twenty-four hours.

'I'll never tell you to stop loving. You see, I believe in hopeless love. Oh yes. I believe in it with all my heart, though you may discount the heart of an old lady like me. For real love brings pain. Real love means sacrifices and hurts and all the thousand shocks of life. But it also means beauty, true beauty.' ❤️❤️❤️ Beginning (Part 2) ❤️❤️❤️ Winter cried all through the night.

More often than not, people think they have nothing but pain to offer to their lover. Maya thought the same for me but all I saw was how complex and giving one must be to think that they're nothing but pain to others. We're all made of a thousand different things and emotions, some show, some don't. Neither of us are better than the other. You just need to look for the person who thinks the pain you give is beautiful. -

"You're so beautiful, love. Everything I didn't deserve.." His fervent words seeped through me. This felt too much like a loving romance, his knees nudging my thighs apart. His eyes filled with lust, and intense hunger and I could practically feel him vibrating with it but he stopped, he didn't force himself on me. He might not realize it, but our connection was loss and pain.

Andrew I was looking outside of my room's window just seeing the wonderful art by nature always makes me happy somehow the big blue sky, the blue ocean, the green mountains, beautiful birds always help me to calm my anger but this time it was not helping me, my anger was just growing inside of me day by day. I never felt so helpless I have everything but still, I can't have her, why? I ask myself that question many times I can't focus on any other thing except her.

Pain makes the heart weak, It breaks from the inside, It could cloud our judgment, And break lovers apart... ©Oluwatoyosi Precious POV Pain. All I felt was pain. All I remembered was pain. My heart was broken all over again, my body was waging a war against my mind. I couldn't think straight and all I saw was darkness. I pushed myself to the limit, telling myself there was light after this. My body was in pain yet I struggled to keep moving. And then it was like there was a door.

Laura pleaded with him. He couldn’t refuse such an offer seeing how traumatic and vulnerable her state was. It was a long shot to sleep with her on the same bed so laying on the sofa of her bedroom was more appropriate for now, he thought. Even though he did not have a good night sleep because the sofa was too small for his big frame , he was glad he met her and followed her back to her apartment. Have you ever heard of how quickly men fall in love within 3 seconds?

Pain, pain. A beautiful melody it whispers. It treats your tears as diamonds. Your sorrow is its happiness. It preys on it,feeds on it,worships it. Only if pain could feel what I feel. Hugging my knees, crouched in the bath tub I sobbed. I laughed in between my sobs. Tears stung my eyes. The scars and claw marks that run across my back and decorated my torso and arms didn't beat the pain betrayal brought.

"Oh, Clara's there too? Clara, let me tell you, tattoos don't hurt at all. It feels amazing. You should try it sometime!" She smiled innocently, every word a challenge. On the screen, the tattoo needle pierced her skin. Off the screen, pain ripped through my body. I convulsed and nearly bit through my tongue. I finally understood what this "gift" was really for. It wasn't a gift. It was a torture device. Kent looked at me writhing in pain, then at the cheerful Violet on the screen. A hint of satisfaction flashed through his eyes. "Clara, look. Violet didn't even flinch. Be stronger."