Opposite Sorrow Novels & Stories

"Don't get me wrong. When I said I wanted to sever all ties with you, it wasn't a threat or anything. I mean it." Dad clenched his fists in anger, and the disgust was evident in his eyes. "Alright then! Very well! Since that's what you want, then I'll grant you your wish! Laura Jackson, from this moment onwards, you're no longer a member of the Jackson family!" All the journalists present didn't expect things to turn out this way. They looked at each other in a daze. "Laura, why did you make such a wish?" "Are your parents or Lily mistreating you? The Jackson family is the richest family in the country. You did a good thing. Why are you punishing yourself by severing all ties with the Jackso

Yet, intertwined with it, was a quiet stillness, a profound lack of… mourning. It was an odd sensation, like listening to a familiar song played on a slightly different instrument. The melody was there, but the timbre was off. I had known from the moment I first truly felt his presence within the pack that Darren carried a deep sorrow, a profound grief that permeated his very being. It was subtle, often masked by his defiance or fear, but it was always there, a low thrum beneath the surface of his vibrant energy. It was part of what made him so captivating, so uniquely him.

“I used to feel like I didn't have a purpose, I also didn't want to be anywhere that has her painful memories. Wandering around was enough for me, but then, you came along, and for the first time, I wanted you to be mine,” So, he was desperate to fill the hole and scar that the world gave him, ‘I want to take all of his sadness away,’ Soral thinks, ‘but how can I do that?’ “I w-was scared,” Soral says and at Vidarr's remorseful look, he rushes to add. “Not of you, rather it was what you wanted that terrified me the most,” The old familiar rush of apprehension. . . Resentment returns, attacking Soral with full force.

Kathy Pov I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even blink. I was frozen in place, glued to the spot as if my body had turned to stone. I couldn’t believe it—I had been stood up on my wedding day. The humiliation was unbearable, the kind of cruelty I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I tilted my head back, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. Around me, whispers began to ripple through the crowd, sharp and merciless, buzzing in my ears like static.

"Lost is not the opposite of proud. Lost is just... lost. And lost is okay. Lost means you are looking for something. The opposite of lost is not found. The opposite of lost is settled. You do not want to be settled. You want to be searching." I sit next to him on the bench. The garden is bright. The roses are blooming. The oak tree is tall. "I miss you," I say. "I know." "Do you miss me." "Every day. But missing is not the same as being gone. I am right here. In the tree. In the roses. In the bench. In the dirt. In the air. In you." "I know." "Then stop talking to me like I am gone. Talk to me like I am here."

Putting both of my hands inside my pocket, I said, “It’s a medical term which the condition of a person has no cure and expected to die prematurely. Phobia isn’t life-limiting, so people with phobias usually don’t seek help about it.” “Ah. I assume, Caius doesn’t want it as well.” “Sure thing. It would be even harder for him if he expose himself to that thing, I guess,” I replied as I heaved a sigh. “I wonder what’s... the rarest... phobia,” he whispered. “It’s Allodoxaphobia,” I said. “It’s an extremely rare phobia which define the fear of opinions.” “Whoa. You know it?” I just shrugged my shoulder and said, “Reading a lot really helps. Try it.”

Sammy quickly responds in an almost panicked tone while she's still shaking due to fear. Sammy quickly receives a response, in a monotone voice she hears from the red being... "Your friends did this to themselves. They were given a chance, but the good they have done will never outweigh the bad! They are not PURE... Your other friends are quickly approaching, and you have 60 seconds to make your decision. Only ONE will see tomorrow!"

I continued to lean by his side, witnessing his pain, unable to bear his sorrow alone. The room seemed to grow heavy with the weight of our grief, the air thick with the remnants of unspoken words. David's anguish was palpable, his sorrow etched deep within his being. I wrapped my arms around him in a comforting embrace. His body convulsed with each sob, his pain reverberating through me. "I know, David," I whispered, my voice filled with empathy. "I understand how much you loved her, how much she meant to you. We all loved her, and we will miss her deeply."

Each droplet was a testament to the sorrow that filled the hearts of Keisha and Colten, mingling with the tears that streamed down their faces in an unending cascade of grief. As the cold breeze swept over their skin, it seemed to carry with it the weight of their anguish, enveloping them in a shroud of sadness that only deepened with each passing moment. The trees around them, their branches swaying in the gusts of wind, appeared to share in their sorrow, as if bearing witness to the profound loss that had befallen the couple. Standing before Baby Butchi's grave, they were but mere shadows in the darkness, their forms blurred by the tears that blurred their vision. Yet, despite the overwhel

Yet, despite the sadness that permeated the air, there was also a palpable sense of relief, of gratitude for those who had returned unscathed. As they approached the pack house, they were met with a scene of both sorrow and joy. Loved ones embraced, tears mingling with laughter as they reunited with those they had feared lost in the chaos of battle. The air was thick with emotion, a swirling maelstrom of sadness and happiness that engulfed them all.