Pain Brother Novels & Stories

He replies with a smile that does not reach his eyes. "I am sorry if you don't want me to call you by this nickname. I don't like seeing you in pain." I tell him and it's completely true. I have heard from him about his parent's sudden death in a car accident when he was only fifteen years old. I can't even imagine how much pain he felt at that time. "No, you can call me by the nickname. I don't mind it." He answers which makes me feel better knowing I am not doing something bad.

"We were so in love..." "I hate you!" she screamed. "I hate you, Lorenzo!" My tears fell onto her face. "Don't hate me... please don't hate me..." My hands went to my belt. I would be inside her. I would erase him. I would brand her all over again as mine. She would remember who she belonged to. But in that moment, a sharp, searing pain bloomed in my chest. I looked down. A small, silver blade was buried to the hilt in my ribs. Her blade. The one I gave her for protection.

Argh .... Andien punched the metal guardrail as she shouted angrily. "I hate you, Kenan. I hate you!" Andien screamed again while the sea water began to wet parts of her body as she chose to sit on the bridge that people said was called the bridge of love. It had only been 12 hours since Andien had received Kenan's sacred vows but Andien felt that she was already a widow. Andien tried to hold back her sobs as the tears continued to flow.

"I did nothing for you." His eyes were red at the edges, the anger in them not fully gone yet. “Don’t mistake that for kindness.” He stepped closer. “And don’t you ever raise your voice at her again. That is a grieving woman.” His expression hardened. “You have no idea what pain you brought into this family.” He held her gaze. “Which is exactly why I intend to make sure you feel all of it.” Veronica had never seen him like this. He didn’t raise his voice, but the fury in his eyes was enough. Sutton Sterling was his red line. The one thing he would not allow anyone to cross. Veronica stayed frozen in place as he turned and walked toward his office.

“Help!” Johan uttered faintly, holding out an arm as he gasped for air. His face burned red with pain, veins like long straws could be seen around his neck. The poison had begun its work. Ercan took a step forward, then turned to Johan, whose head fell to the side as he gave up the ghost.

I followed him to this southern town known for its high happiness index and lived a warm and fulfilling life. It suddenly shifted six months later, when that same man I had seen losing his mind on the news tracked me down, hysterical with both joy and grief. He claimed that he was my biological brother and my most important family member. I furrowed my brow, a sense of profound betrayal washing over me. I then yelled at him, exposing his lies. "Where the hell were you when I was fighting for my life on that operating table if you're really my brother? I was covered in scars! Did you do that to me?

He's happy with someone. She's innocent. He's the cold player. She always keeps on asking if he's okay. He doesn't care at all. She's crying. He's laughing with her. One day. She stops seeing and caring for him she realizes Loving Him Was Too painful...

I had just taken another dose of painkillers the healer prescribed for me. “ Answer me” Patrick yelled and I closed my eyes, refusing to utter a word. The first punch came and hit me squarely on my jaw. I couldn't hold the cry of pain that escaped my mouth. Another one followed almost immediately and landed on my shoulders because I dodged it unsuccessfully. The mad look in his eyes gave me chills and I tried to run from him but he grabbed me and pushed me into the bed.

And what are those people saying, because it's clear they are the reason am behaving this way? Something is scratching at my brain and it makes my head hurt like hell. A piercing back pain erupts in my spinal cord like am being stabbed with a knife and have it twisted repeatedly. Damn. I try screaming again but I only drop to the ground from whatever thing I was lying on, my body writh from the extreme pain and the cold floor does nothing to soothe it. Tears of pain and sorrow trail down my closed eyes but I still can't open them. Where is Aiden?

His question threw me off guard but another painful surge ripped through me. I thrashed against the pain and Bryan tried to hold me down against the bed. Justin rubbed his neck as he stepped away from the bed, his brow knit. “I can’t help him.” “What the fuck Doc? He’s in pain! Literally writhing in it!” Hector gestured to me. He shook his head. “It’s not him…it’s the pain trickling through the mate bond.” Everyone grew quiet for a few minutes. I took a couple breaths, the pain subsiding for a moment. “What the fuck do you mean?”