Misery Novel Novels & Stories

TRAGEDY I At the front desk of the King’s Motel, Mike Williams read a newspaper, absorbing further second-hand details of the quake’s impact along with all of the latest sports updates. The maid came in to work as usual but shrank away from cleaning one of the rooms. The guest there had screamed at her like a lunatic, she claimed. Annoyed, Mike dropped the newspaper and stood up. Since the maid couldn’t be bothered to do her job today, it fell on his shoulders.

Soceity was men and women who never learned to mind their own business and stuck their mouth in the affairs of others and turned molehills into high ice peaked mountains. I worried about my reputation and what people would say about me, what they would do if another scandalous untrue news came out of me being salacious came out. It would ruin Ma and Kawu, so I took a decision and tried to find a husband. I told everyone I knew what my specifications were and Yaana sent me my spec. Hard to believe but true. Hard to believe but truer than the fact that I'm a Bakura and I've never known nor noticed, truer than the fact that I'm not even a Sheriff.

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family. It was clean, new, stamped with my personal choices, and full of limitless future possibilities. Arya's car accident had been just that—an accident. It was a tragedy that shattered my life into pieces. Yet on top of those ruins, after experiencing betrayal, manipulation, abuse, and endless struggles, I had cleared away the rubble with my own hands and rebuilt my home. I had lost my marriage and seen people's true colors, but I had also reclaimed myself. My phone vibrated. A text from the bank reminded me that one of my low-risk investments started accruing interest today.

"Oh goodness don't say that Clara!! Ending your life wouldn't have solved this??” "It would have!!! What reason do I have to live ma'am??!! I never even knew I was pregnant and when I found out, I lost my child!!! Not because of my carelessness but because of him!!! The same man I love!! The same man who depicts my love and loyalty has only treated me like his mistress!!! I hate him!!!” “I understand your p…” "No!! You don't understand my pain!!!” I bit out. "Trust me Clara, I do….I've lost children before…miscarriages before I had Arsenio and his brother and trust me when I say there weren't just normal miscarriages…they were caused by Arsenio's Father.”

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

I agreed and again felt this boundless sadness. I'm here without you, it crossed my mind. Yes, I started talking to him in my mind, which was pretty insane. It just kind of helped me get over the pain of his departure. Love was something incredibly complicated, something unpredictable that could bring sorrow or tremendous happiness. Unfortunately, I had been betting on the wrong men so far. Will that ever change?

“This story is complicated.” “Try Me!!” Kiara turned to his side. *** “Warren, I don’t know if I’d ever get over him,” Mishka said and Warren deeply exhaled from the other side. “When you forgive someone, you are able to liberate yourself from the pain you hide in your heart. Remember the words you put in your first book? Where is that old Mishka?” He asked. “Somewhere died between all the scheming against her,” Mishka replied, smiling bitterly. “I am the most miserable character of my story.”

I sat at the edge of my bed trying to forget the trauma I went through in there, but it seems to just stick even when I want it gone. I looked around my room like it was the only safe place he couldn’t harm me, there was a note lying at my pillow I picked it and flipped it open, it was a letter but the person’s name wasn’t stated in it, just a short note written and it read ‘I know what happened to your mother it was just random shooting, it was a planned attack’ I was dumb founded as I finished reading the letter. I didn’t know what to think anymore, what does this letter mean, it scares me to even try to find out because that would mean that I’m digging up the past.

She fumbled forward, her bound hands outstretched in front of her like a blind person feeling their way through a dark room. The passageway twisted and turned, leading her deeper into the unknown. Emma's senses were on high alert, her heart pounding in her chest like a jackhammer. She stumbled forward, her bound hands grasping for support, her fingers scraping against the cold, damp walls. The air was musty and dank, filled with the scent of decay and rot. Emma's stomach churned with nausea as she navigated the dark passageway, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.