Mata Tiba Tiba Perih Mga Nobela at Kwento

But it was always so so worth it. However, something strange—and heartbreaking—happened whenever he came inside her. Her body starts hurting, afterward. A burning pain that develop in her pelvis, stinging like a motherfucker. It happens for a short time and then it stops. Usually thirty seconds to fifty seconds before it stops. So she always grinds her teeth hard and takes it, making sure Wolfaraine does not notice such a thing was happening. Because it was strange, she decided to consult Harhan about it after the third night.

Cynthia cried in despair. Before anyone could respond, Mateo stirred, his eyelids fluttering as he slowly came to consciousness. A collective breath was held, then as Mateo's eyes opened, confusion and pain evident in his gaze. His head swam slightly. Ms. Cynthia quickly grabbed Mateo's free hand. "Mateo?" "S-Son?" his mother looked at him in worry. Mateo blinked rapidly, trying to clear away the fog in his head before looking up and meeting his mother’s eyes. The pain from his wound throbbed painfully behind his eyes, as his muscles tightened in response to the sudden strain.

‘10… 9… 8… Gone. The searing pain came back again, this time, stabbing through my abdomen. I gasped, the breath leaving me in a rush. I staggered back, grabbing the wall for balance. Then came the warmth, the unmistakable wetness sliding down my inner thighs. No. My eyes widened and my lips parted. Not now. Not this. I shook my head rapidly as I glanced down. Red. So much red. Terror surged through me. The pain was unbearable now, rippling through my body like punishment.

She stood up, her legs shaky, her hands reaching out, as if to steady herself. "You won’t be able to drive a Ferrari, or any other car, for that matter,” Hilaire said, his voice dripping with a mocking amusement. Maite felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest, a burning sensation that spread through her body. She gasped, her hands clutching at her chest. "What… what is this?" she choked out, her voice barely a whisper.

"She is hurting herself." "Noooo," I stopped him with gritted teeth. He stopped and looked at me in confusion. I was about to explain more to them when a jolt of pain crossed, and I thrashed and screamed harder than ever, making Layla fall from the bed. Matt ran towards me and tried to get hold of me, but he was also unsuccessful, and then suddenly, just like the pain started, it ended abruptly. I took deep breaths while clutching my stomach. I am now covered in sweat, my breaths and heartbeats are uneven, and I feel a little dizzy.

The air thickened, heavy with the weight of an impossible choice. Suddenly, a searing pain, like molten lead, erupted from my mating mark. My breath hitched, a choked gasp escaping my lips. My vision blurred, and the golden thread of the mate bond, usually a steady thrum, pulsed erratically, agonizingly. It wasn’t Kieran causing it, or at least not directly. It felt… amplified. Twisted.

Only you. “Gabby… let’s go. Baka lamigin ang tiyan mo.” You always worry about me. But honestly… my belly feels— “AHHHH!” I clutched my stomach. Pain seared through me like fire. Cramps? No… something worse. I pressed my thighs together. The ache burned hotter, sharp enough to make me gasp. I was dying from the pain. Someone… anyone… please help me! Help me, Rei! Suddenly, my hands felt something wet between my thighs.

Warm liquid rushed between her legs, followed by sudden, stabbing pain in her abdomen. Iris's face went paper white.

As she spoke, Maia's voice trembled severely, and she instinctively buried her face in his chest. Maia could not lift her face again due to excruciating pain. With her delicate brows furrowed, she bit her lower lip hard. The pain, as Errol described it, was more intense this time, spreading relentlessly. It was excruciating, as if her heart would stop at any moment. This piercing pain made her shiver. She clenched her lower lip, enduring the stabbing pain. However, in the next second, she lost even the strength to bite her lip...

CRACK! Something hit Mimbi’s rear, tearing her clothes and perforating her skin. Mimbi cried out in pain and doubled down, but the guards held her upright. CRACK! Another one. Pain seared through her buttocks and thighs, but she refused to cry out this time. The pain was stronger than any burn or any cut she had ever received while fighting.