Romans & histoires Naruto Sings Pain Fanfiction

He fisted her, stretching her beyond limits. Hinata's eyes rolled back as if she would give up the ghost soonest, her mouth open but no sound was heard only salivating and drooling like she was having seizures. “See how you took it all…that's why I love fucking men…you bitches ain't worth any shit…but I do enjoy torturing your pretty fragile souls”. Hinata was on an edge to give up. She couldn't even shout out, but her weak red eyes were yelling out for help.

For him, I can be silent. Dante crouched beside her, his gaze burning, devouring. "Tell me, does it hurt Aria?" His voice was low, velvety smooth, laced with mockery. "Or maybe pain doesn't touch someone like you. When you’ve walked over the bodies of those you've betrayed, pain becomes... nothing." She refused to say anything. Dante tightened his grip on her arm. He let his fingers press deep into her muscle and bone. A test. A warning. Nora forced herself to stay still. Not even a flinch. She had spent a lifetime swallowing pain. What was one more moment?

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."

Coming for you Damon pov “Arrgghhhhhh”!! Another burst of pain hit me again. And again. It felt like my bones were breaking. Like my skin was on fire. Like my soul was being torn apart inside. I screamed so loud my throat burned from screaming. "Hold on!" James shouted. "Damon, hold on!" But I could hardly hear anything that was being said. This was greater than any pain, greater than any suffering… it was oure torture, no wonder Daphne said it a forbidden old technique.

] A few seconds felt like forever before her phone vibrated with a reply. Gian: [Be patient.] Kirana drew in a deep breath, but the burning sensation did not fade. Instead, the discomfort spreading through her body intensified, creeping from her chest to every limb. Her hands clutched the pillow tightly as she tried to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor. Moments later, there was a knock on the door, followed by Gian's confused voice. "Kirana! What's wrong with you?" Kirana turned her head slightly, panic blazing in her eyes. She could barely stand steadily. Her body felt weak, trembling violently, and the waves of heat seemed to overwhelm every bit of her self control. She reached t

Raspy, gurgled sounds flooded our ears. ‘Get up.’ Nero let out another low growl, but it lacked bite. Lifting our head, I dared a glance at our back legs. The bone on the one that had been bitten was sticking clean through the skin. ‘Nero, get the fuck up. This isn’t over.’ He ignores me, focusing instead on slowing our breathing for healing. ‘I REFUSE TO LIE HERE ANOTHER SECOND. GET THE FUCK UP.’ I fuse my strength with his, feeling delirious from the pain. Everything hurts. Every breath, every shift of my eyes, every second hurts, but I grit my teeth and bear it.

"is for spouting shit you know nothing about!" Nico stumbled on unsteady legs as he clutched at his forehead, groaning and howling in pain. And I didn't blame him, the mind-numbing pain clawing at my own forehead was enough to make me see stars. I hoped I'd head butted some sense into him, if nothing else. Pushing through the pain, biting through the bone-deep agony rending my head apart, I took Nico by the collar, pulling him up to me until he was nose to nose with me.

And then it snapped—pleasure tearing through me like fire, leaving me shaking, screaming his name. Nico groaned deep in his chest, his hips slamming into mine one last time before he spilled into me. For a long moment, he stayed there, pressed against me, his hand still on my throat, his mouth still close enough that I felt his breath against my skin. Then he pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, feral, but there was something softer beneath them—something only I got to see. “You’ll learn to love pain, little one,” he murmured, thumb brushing over the red mark he’d left on my cheek. “Because with me, you’ll always be begging for more.”

"It's worth it!" Kito Yun was holding his stomach in pain, the young master's blows were never gentle even when he received them, he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. I'm lucky that my stomach dropped a little more and I'm dead, I don't know if the bad boy at school is okay, the owl that day was also very painful. You even thought that the mimosa could not sing anymore, the young master is so evil.

Nirvana didn’t want them to, not after the way she had treated them. Nirvana had shed all the tears that she could and clawed desperately when she could still feel her hand, she had screamed out loud when her voice was hers and her mouth hadn’t melted with the rest of her face. Now she was waiting, either for the pain in her body to stop grounding her to present or for the rain to pour because death didn’t seem to have time for her.