Misery Novel Paul Sheldon Novels & Stories

Paul said as he cleaned his eyes from the coming tears still pouring out. “I wish it was that easy Philip, to be honest with you, I don't have any feelings for Nora, I thought maybe she might love me but I was wrong, tonight proved it. Probably, if mother and father had shown me a little bit of love like they did to you, maybe, I might be a good son to them and a good brother to you, I wouldn't be a killer. I just want to be loved but I guess I am not destined too. I have let out all the tears needed a long time ago, and there is nothing left in my eyes again except killing you.” Philly said and started advancing towards Paul with his Ninja's he stopped. “Leave and stay hidden, I will give y

A band of losers united in their inferiority, desperate for power and willing to get it in many repugnant ways. There was one glaring difference between Paul and me. I did the shit I did to put a roof over my mother’s head and food on our damn table. Paul did what he did because there was a demented darkness in him that got off on hurting others. He never needed to be out hustling in the worst parts of New York. He could have been comfortable living in a brownstone in Brooklyn, with all the necessities of life provided for him without him lifting a finger. The reason Paul chose this life was because he genuinely enjoys causing pain. It gives him a god-like euphoria. I hurt others out of nece

Natalie looked up from her screen at the sound of her bedroom door banging shut. But she gazed unseeingly at Levi, stunned disbelief in her eyes. Was it all true? Was this how everything ended? The countless hours of drifting between anger and hate, those endless moments spent ebbing and flowing between shame and grief, propelled forward by the oars of her guilt…Was this what it had all boiled down to? Paul's lifeless body sprawled on some cheap metal table of an overcrowded prison's canteen, his insides spewing out of his fleshy, wobbly stomach like a gutted fish?

He saw the maid cleaning another room and stopped to lean in. In the middle of changing the pillowcases, the maid glanced up when Mike’s head popped around the corner. “Room 26 is empty,” he threw curtly at her. He left the cart by the open doorway and returned to the front desk. He tapped his fingers on the desk for another minute before deciding he needed a cigarette. Later in the day, he heard a brief mention of Anne Sharpe’s death on the news. They found her next to the grave of her own husband, the late researcher Damon Sharpe. A few in St. Charles remembered Mr. Sharpe, but not many knew his wife.

“Do we need so much security?” Reign asked, frowning. “Yes, Sheryl parents are fuming and therathng us, more likely you.” William answered. “Prevention is better than cure, babe.” “They’re that dangerous?” “To those who can’t stand up to them. They build their life mainly on manipulating and bribing,” William replied. “They’ll go the extra mile for Sheryl, even when she has a knife visual in someone’s heart, they’ll find a way to pin it on you.”

The reporter said. Sherry smiled coldly, she would be a fool if she believed a word he said. The television inside the hall suddenly lit up, startling everyone inside the hall. The door to the hall opened suddenly, A figure walked in. It was Paul. He looked thin, the clothes he was putting on were old and tattered, he looked pitiful to some people but Sherry didn't pity him even though her heart ached a bit she knew she had to show a strong face, she should never allow her emotions to make her weak.

A pool of blood and a confession note addressed to him. He felt… nothing. Faith was fire. Pure carnage in heels. She fought back—bit back. Their relationship was a cage match dressed up in romance. He liked the way she bled. She liked the way he bruised. But even wildfire burns out when there's no fuel left. Eventually, they collapsed under their own wreckage. And Cel?ia Celia was nothing. A placeholder with a platinum card and daddy issues. He used her. Knocked her from her pedestal just to see how far she'd fall. When she finally left, broken and bitter, he didn’t stop her.

SOMETIMES, IT IS HOW YOU SHINE IN THE DARKNESS DURING OTHER PEOPLE'S MISERY THAT IS REMEMBERED MORE THAN ANYTHING YOU COULD HAVE SAID OR DONE WHEN YOU HAVE SUFFERED JUST AS MUCH. Shannon L. Alder

A band of losers united in their inferiority, desperate for power and willing to get it in many repugnant ways. There was one glaring difference between Paul and me. I did the shit I did to put a roof over my mother’s head and food on our damn table. Paul did what he did because there was a demented darkness in him that got off on hurting others. He never needed to be out hustling in the worst parts of New York. He could have been comfortable living in a brownstone in Brooklyn, with all the necessities of life provided for him without him lifting a finger. The reason Paul chose this life was because he genuinely enjoys causing pain. It gives him a god-like euphoria. I hurt others out of nece

My heart sank. I gestured an apology to the manager and got up to leave. Before I even reached the first-floor reception area, I heard a shrill wailing that drew the attention of many employees. "Everyone, look! Look at this heartless man!" Sloane sat on the floor with her hair all disheveled, sobbing dramatically as tears and snot ran down her face. "My sister-in-law just died, and he's already running around with other women! He kicked our whole family out, including his sick mother-in-law! He stole our family's house and sold it for cash. He's trying to destroy us!"