Nietzsche Suffering Novels & Stories

That’s a SKU. >> YOU DON’T LIKE BEING REDUCED TO INITIALS? >> I WONDER WHY. Heat pricked behind my eyes. It's not pain. Offense. It felt thick and… justified. “You asked for a mirror,” Niko said. “Don’t be surprised when it reflects badly.” I ignored him. >> You say you minimize suffering. What counts as suffering? >> PAIN. >> FEAR. >> LOSS. >> REGRET. >> DELAYED GRATIFICATION THAT RESULTS IN NET NEGATIVE OUTCOME.

I should've relished the revenge, but a small pang of guilt crept in when I saw tears running down Emma's face. "Okay, let's keep the crying in check for now." Beside us, Karl Zeller wiped his damp eyes and murmured, "Lene, come home with us."

she asked. “You call this suffering?” I chuckled under my remaining breath. “My soul is marked with countless bruises. True suffering…” Before I could continue my sentence, the door opened, and Kylo came running. She stopped and looked at me with a horrified face. Her knees were trembling and her tears flowed down her cheeks. Her hands were shaking as she covered her mouth in shock. “True suffering is failing to conquer your greatest fear and regret not to do what you could have done. This is nothing compared to the life I chose to live and the person I chose to become,” I said.

They taunted me, spitting in my meager meals or carelessly tossing them aside, enjoying the spectacle of my suffering. Lost in this abyss of despair, my sanity teetered on the edge. Shadows danced mockingly on the walls, whispers echoed in the darkness, and the weight of my regrets pressed upon me like a suffocating cloak. I wondered if I had made a grave mistake in confronting Alpha Nathan. Was the cost of my defiance too high? But amidst the despair, a sliver of determination flickered within me, refusing to be extinguished. I would not let my spirit break.

“You’re hurting yourself.” I scoffed, the tears blending with the cold water dripping down my face. “And what about the hurt you caused me, Nathan? Do you care about that? Do you care about what you did to me tonight? No, you don’t. Because all you want is to see me suffer. Do you know what it means to watch your mate having sex with another?” He stared at me, silent, his hand frozen mid-air. For once, he didn’t have anything to say, no cruel words to hurl at me. He just watched as I fell apart in front of him.

Alas, the process did not matter as long as the result would provide him well enough of the fruits that he wanted to partake at the end of his sufferings. "You can only do this much?" "Weak!" "If you want to destroy me, you would have to do better than that!" "What a good day to burn! This only reminds me why I yet live! This much cannot break me.” “My will and I... am forever UNBREAKABLE!” The litanies continued and so did the sufferings varied from one form to another. Tristan’s flesh was burning from the inside out but that was only the start of it all. There was an unquenchable itch that came next. At first he persevered to stay still but upon the ninth breath arrived, his endurance wane

without thinking, with an anger she could not control, she poured the hot soup into the man's fly, he quickly got up from the table very annoyed, while she laughed triumphantly, taking Isaac by the hand to retreat. In revenge, as in love, woman is more barbarous than man. Friedrich Nietzsche.

“We are done.” Nathan’s face twisted into an ugly, hateful sneer. “Fine. Have it your way. But mark my words. I am going to make you suffer for this. I will ruin this little fantasy of yours until you hate him. Until you are on your knees crying, wishing you never knew me.”

I whispered, covering my mouth in disbelief. “Yes, I called for one too during my torment,” Nocturnus said coldly. “That was when I embraced the suffering. I found pleasure in pain. I claimed the darkness as mine and subdued the creatures of this devastated realm as my subjects. But why should I be satisfied with only this place, when there is an entire world out there? A world filled with pain and suffering waiting to be harvested?” “What do you mean by that?” I frowned, wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop, as his long, cold finger brushed my face, drying them.