Novel & Cerita Pain In My Soul

My body aches for his warmth, my soul longs for his presence, but all I have is emptiness. The alcohol has numbed nothing. If anything, it has only made the pain worse.

My head hurts, my body hurts. But nothing compares to the pain in my soul, like a dead weight that has refused to lift, squeezing my chest and ripping my heart out. Sitting in the center of my chambers, my gaze unfocused, I tried to ignore the voices in my head, but they are loud and unrelenting, each one harsher than the other.

Melody's POV: Pain. Shards of glass piercing through my chest. It felt like my soul was tearing apart in pieces. Not because I was dying. I didn't even know if I was dead or alive. All I could feel was the pain. The pain of everything in my life. It felt like it had somehow increased hundred times. I felt the pain of seeing my family break apart. Leaving my Dad. Living with my step dad. Feeling that burden of work. The pain of the blows, punches and kicks I got. The blood. The whimpers. His hand touching me.

His face contorted into one of discomfort. "Small world." David murmured. Small world, too small for Asher's liking. He had found the girl he missed for so long, but it seemed like she was still miles away from him and forever out of his reach. At that moment all he could think was, fate was truly a cruel and heartless bitch.

The ache in his body throbbed like a nudge, so bad it felt like it wanted to steal and cut his life short again. Pain wasn’t new. He'd toiled over it, and he'd learned the sting of fists, the cruel press of boots, the maddening cracks of his bones against stone. But this was different. It wasn’t just the expected scare that lined up during healing, or the fresh wounds that waited for the days ahead. This was drawn from his soul and out of his spirit, like every ounce of strength he had left had bled out of him and left only weakness behind.

Sapphire's POV What is pain? Pain was what I was going through right now. It was like a thousand needles piercing through my heart, each prick leaving behind a raw, bleeding wound that seemed like it would never heal. It wasn't just physical pain; it was the ache that took over my entire being, a relentless torment that clawed at my soul day and night, leaving me hollow and broken. Pain...

and my power comes with a price. The price which I have to pay. The pain coursing through my body is unbearable, a sharp, relentless agony that tears at my very soul. I can feel it—Bryan's pain, now my own—every breath, a struggle, every heartbeat, a reminder of the cost of my power.

"The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you." "Not possible! You will-" Her voice croaked on the last statement, and terror over came her face. "You-" Again and again, she tried to speak, but her voice would not let her. "You-" She tortured others that came in her path, and something told me she had made a lot of men ran insane. But as she suffered in her own misery, I saw what I hadn't noticed before. Helplessness. Weakness. Sorrow. "Help me." When she spoke agai

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.

Jimmie’s Pov Pain surged through me like a flood, not the kind that tears flesh or cracks bone, no. This pain was crueller, deeper… crafted. It was the kind you feel in your soul, when the world no longer sees you as a person but a thing. A thing to cage. A thing to break.