Pain In My Soul Mga Nobela at Kwento

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...

I could lay here and just forget the world. My fight was over too. I knew that I had to allow my soul to free itself, for the pain it was in was to much. I could be free like my love. No more pain. No more emptyness. The stabbing in my chest subdued telling me it was okay. It would be better like this. "You can't do this." Someone screamed but why couldn't I? I felt my soul release itself from the agony it was in. "Mazaya fight it." Someone screamed before my eyes drifted closed.

He just couldn't know the reason why I was in pain. It was not physical, nor emotional. It was the pain that I felt in my soul. The pain of betrayal. “Thank you, Alpha. I shall get back to work now.” I spoke in a low tone. It was all I could master since the pain in my chest was unbearable. Alpha Cougar stepped aside and gave me space to pass.

The wound in my side pulsed with every heartbeat. “No,” I whispered, the word barely leaving my lips. Morgan’s hands clamped down on either side of my head like a vice, and in that instant, everything inside me started to tear apart. I couldn’t even scream at first. It was like my lungs had forgotten how to work. Then it hit—raw, searing pain—ripping through my body as if I was being peeled open from the inside. “AHHHHH!” The scream tore out of me, jagged and helpless, as my soul…my actual soul…began to unravel.

She could barely think straight, her body wracked with pain. Groaning softly, Katie tried to focus on anything but the agony that consumed her. The weight of the past few hours—the fight with Garrett, the cruel words, the tension, and now this overwhelming pain—felt like too much. It was as if her body had betrayed her, holding onto the anguish that she couldn’t escape from. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, faint but unmistakable. The heavy door to her cell creaked open, and a young girl appeared, her face pale with worry as she saw Katie's condition.

at times, emotional pain can be more awful than physical pain, maybe that's why i don't feel the pain on my leg i feel nothing he sighs, moving up and sits beside me on the bed. "sam, look at me," he pulls me gently to his side, brushing my hai "go away," i mumbl "sam, please, just look at me. and tell me how do you feel. let it out on me. let it out all the rage, all the things you're feeling i breath out heavily, then turn to him. "when storm gave me the bullet carved by my name, you know what i was thinking? all i was thinking, 'so this is how it's going to end, huh? this, my life?'

I think he would have killed me yesterday if he wanted to. Then what could it be? He flipped on his bed again and again turning his head from one side to another but sleep refused to please him and was rather bent on annoying him. If he had been back home, he could have gone to his local pharmacy with his ‘trustworthy prescription’ and gotten a few bottles of pure heaven. It wasn’t as easy to sleep sober. ‘Maybe, I’m disappointed. Maybe I wished he would have killed me instead.’ He smacked himself in the face with his hand. ‘This isn’t the time to be like this, Torin is mad enough at me already.’

Your pain would be my pain, forever. ****

Abyss shouts to me as if she’s talking through pain. Which only highlights my own pain, the pain she stated was our souls stripping apart.

My throat was filled with the fishy sweetness of blood, and my lips had bite marks. Everything in front of my eyes was blurry, and the ache was torturous as if someone had installed a heavy compressor in my head. My entire body was in pain. At one point, I even felt as if my soul was attempting to separate from my physical body. They were torn apart, neither wanting to spare the other. Please let me go, my soul begged. The body shook its head and laughed. No, you must remain and suffer alongside me. I coughed violently. My lungs were on fire, and every cough was excruciatingly painful.