Opposite Sorrow Novels & Stories

He explained. "Look, you sad sorry excuse of a Sin, I understand you being pissed off all the time! I would be too, if my mother was a whore," Daniel began, "but I'm here on business, I'll kill them in my free time. " "You, little..." Wrath started but was cut off as Greed walked in the door. Greed was the exact opposite of Wrath. He was short and fat, dressed in a yellow suit. His eyes sat too far apart and his nose looked as if someone tried to pull it off his face by the tip.

Again, a pack of tormenting sadness and straining misery carried on striking the quagmire of Erito’s mind and feeling. Again, a series of straining pain and tormenting sorrow carried on assaulting the quay of Eriwan’s thought and perception.

Pain and light and memory collapsed into each other in a flash of truth. Images flared—Selena screaming in a burning field, her twin cradling the broken pieces of that pain. Every choice split in two, now drawn back together. Rage and love, sorrow and strength. They were not opposites. They were limbs of the same body. The Spiral’s light turned white-hot, then softened to a glow that radiated outward like forgiveness.

Honestly, I’m not comfortable after Wisdom left me and now eating alone but I didn’t give a fuss. I didn’t expect to see my ex-boyfriend Sapi. I really named him that way not only because of his nickname Sapie also because he seems to be always possessed with something whenever he look at me. Sapi is a Filipino word, which means possessed. I noticed that he kept on glancing at my place, how did I know? My peripheral view, which is also my radar that’s why I know and he’s move and glance, are really noticeable.

In a world often divided by barriers, their unity proved that compassion and camaraderie could bridge even the most seemingly insurmountable differences. As the day was about to end and Sun painted the room with a soft glow, the bond they shared shone even brighter. Their shared laughter, the exchange of stories, and the warmth of their connection was a powerful testament to the depth of the human spirit. In the realm of friendship, socioeconomic divides melted away, leaving only the language of care, understanding, and unwavering support.

Haider moved forward through the dimly lit corridors, his heart clenched with a mix of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. The heaviness in the air mirrored the weight he carried in his chest – a profound sorrow that stemmed from the depths of his soul. His heartbreak was palpable, fueling the flames of frustration and anger that burned within him.

And suddenly I feel it Not hunger. Not rage. Sorrow Infinite sorrow. The Hollow trembles violently. And for the first time in eternity The Devourer begins to cry too

Then he showed up at my door, crying like always. "Stella, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or Luca. There aren't even that many traps in the village—I never thought he'd step on one and fall. It was just an accident. I still love you. Please, don't do this. Don't leave me." Classic Fabian. Screw up, then beg for forgiveness and swear he still loved me. Said he just wasn't thinking straight. And I kept buying it. Kept holding on to our years, hoping he actually meant it.

“Hmm, it’s true that this place makes you forget your sorrows. But, in this whole universe, in all the realms, wherever you go, the pain of loosing your love, will never be soothed. No matter where you rest, may it be fairy land or mortal world. The pain, eats you up and chews your whole self, leaving nothing but only hollowness behind. And that hollowness,….(he looked up towards the sky, and then towards his feet which were covered with snow, but he wasn’t able to feel any cold)… engulfs you all.” His words were so heavy. They weighed so much, that for a moment, Evanora found herself getting drowned in his sorrow. For a moment, she felt like she was herself Valor and was experiencing the sa

The tears that fall from his eyes are a testament to the depth of his sorrow, a silent tribute to a love that will forever remain etched in his heart. Frozen in place, Kalix remains rooted to the spot, a figure of grief and solitude in the midst of the storm. The weight of his loss presses down upon him, a burden too heavy to bear, and he is consumed by a sense of isolation and despair. In the depths of his anguish, he believes that no one can truly comprehend the depth of his pain, that his sorrow is a solitary burden that he must carry alone.