Novel & Cerita Pain Brother

Pang complains gritting his teeth, he is getting bored and he's also having a hard time controlling his erection because it's already a minute or worst two and Vin still does not allow him to move and thrust his dick in and out in his asshole. "What the fuck too, Pang. You keep on moving which makes the pain get worse, and stop complaining because it's not my problem that your dick is massive. I think the pain will never subside." Vin sharply replied, his face wrinkled in too much pain as he tried to catch his breath.

a little bit of pity. "Let me see how long you stay stubborn?" Brene Brian growled, only heard a "cough" sound, her wrist was dislocated. Sweet Pea clenching her teeth to keep from screaming, she bit her lips so hard that they bled, a sharp pain shot up from her wrist like a tear, this man…he really is a cruel, cold-blooded man! Seeing her in pain, his eyes seemed to have changed a bit, but he was used to doing his own thing, without any compassion, Brene Brian coldly snorted, then shoved Sweet Pea's hand away, causing her to lose momentum and fell backwards.

Davyn asked. "No. It's not... it's not an injury." "Then what is it?" Torrhen didn't answer because he knew what it was. He just didn't want to say it out loud. A bond. The rarest kind. The kind that hadn't been documented in over fifty years. A pain bond. When one person's suffering became another's. When hurt traveled through an invisible link that couldn't be broken, couldn't be ignored. Only happened between mates, true mates. The kind destined by something deeper than choice, deeper than logic.

But in that, I felt more heartbreak. Maybe outsiders could not fully understand his torment. They have seen the tip of the iceberg, never its weak heart. I've seen it. In the dark room, Brian was in the middle of an ample space. His face was lowered, surrounded by wine bottles and cigarette butts. He alone gnaws at the pain that only he understands. Although Brian may seem cold outside, his heart is warmer than anyone else's. He always blames himself for his past mistake that caused his loved ones to die, it's a big stain in his life that he can't erase, and there's no way for him to forgive himself.

DAMIAN Pain doesn’t arrive politely. It doesn’t knock or announce itself. It crashes hot, blinding, and personal. The gun went off and for a split second, I didn’t even register the sound. What I felt first was the impact, like someone had punched straight through my shoulder with fire wrapped around their fist. My body jerked violently against the restraints, metal biting into my wrists as a sharp, ugly groan tore out of me before I could stop it.

Jai Pov The truth was painful. My whole body shook with the amount of grief I was feeling. The pain shoots like someone stabbing the body and twisting it. When I couldn't control myself, I punched the table with my knuckles. I broke into pieces, and it pierced through my skin, and blood started oozing out. This was an external wound, and the pain would subside, but what about the internal wound, the pain that was piercing my hurt and running with the blood throughout my body? Arjun took my hand in his and pressed the wound to stop the blood from flowing. Leena was helping him in tending to my wounds.

Bryan shouted, annoyed Bryan was able to send Benny to the back of his mind. Then he concentrated on taking the bullets out of her skin As he dug his fingers into her flesh, a scream escaped Cassie’s mouth. She held Bryan, crying and quivering as the pain hit her “Can you be gentle?!” Ethan’s roared, turning around and looking at her skin. Her face was fragile, she closed her eyes tight crying at the misery she found herself in “It meant to be painful!” Bryan snapped, holding it together. He was trying hard to hold himself together, seeing her in pain hurt him but he would never admit that to himself

Blow after blow rains down upon his brother, a relentless torrent of punches, each one driving Damon closer to the edge of surrender. Damon crumples under the onslaught, collapsing to the floor, his body wracked with coughs that splatter crimson droplets upon the ground. Helpless and broken, he offers no resistance, accepting the punishment as a grim penance for his transgressions. In this moment, he feels a twisted sense of relief, as if the physical pain inflicted by his own brother is a tangible representation of the pain he has caused others.

"Honestly Bea, I wanted to give up not only on him but also on my life. But every time I am seeing my brother that's the time I realize that I need to fight because... Storm went through too much, he witnessed the loss of our parents and I know how painful it is for him. You know that because I was still a baby at that time so what happened didn't hurt me yet because I didn't understand anything, but Storm? I witnessed how he suffered. I saw how he cried, I witnessed the breakdown. All his life, he lived in pain and I know he will be broken especially when he will lost me too, "P-people call my brother a cold person, as a strict person and sometimes they think that he doesn't care about tho

FLASHBACK As the second shut was fired Chel closed her eyes she was waiting to feel some sort of pain but she couldn’t feel any pain. She slowly opened her eyes as she could heard someone groaned in pain. Turning around she could see Benson standing with blood rushing down his chest, he had stepped in front of the gun trying to save her and his baby. “Be…. Be…. Benson!!” she shouted as she rushed towards him trying to reach him but he hit the ground before she could.