Pain Is Beautiful Novels & Stories

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 huffed, tried to calm myself and slowly turned my head to face him. Taylor have his eyes closed, as if he was pleasured from what he had done. My mouth parted from the shock of what my eyes sees, I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now. “Oh, honey. That. Feels. So. Good.” he laughed psychotically and I felt my stomach churned. He gained that kind of pleasure from inflicting pain to me?! Or maybe not just towards me, right? He’s a, what? A sadist? Who is this man? He feels like a stranger to me!

GIOVANNI'S POV I know what I am doing is not considered good from other's perspectives but I can't forgive the person who is the reason behind my pain. The pain comes from losing the most important part of your life and I will not stop before I take my revenge from Everly Clark. I am not someone who hurt innocent people but she is not innocent. Yes, by looking at her face anyone can think of her as a very sweet and caring person. However, I know the reality behind those innocent eyes. She can make others fool but not me.

She tugs against the binds that are tying her to the chair but all to no avail. "Do I have your attention now?" I ask her. "Pain is such a beautiful gift," I pull the scalpel out and she jerks before biting on her lower lip until she draws blood. "All this pain you're experiencing, it's blocking you from understanding anything. All you know now is pain. Isn't the brain amazing?" I bend to her level, and the amount of blood gushing out of her wounds and spilling onto the floor is a beautiful sight. I refuse to to resist the urge to poke my finger in the bleeding cut so I do just that. I insert my finger in it and press on it till she's screaming and her blood is spilling uncontrollably. "Wow,

The perfect mixture. “And do you feel better? Did the pain help?” I murmured against her shoulder blade as I kissed it again. I wasn’t sure why I felt the urge to kiss her like that, but I simply could not stop. “No,” she said quietly. “I could have told you that.” “You know all about pain and its effects, don’t you?” “I don’t think one person can ever know everything about pain.Everyone feels pain differently, reacts differently. It’s a curious thing.” Nina ’s body loosened further in my embrace. “I think I prefer pain.It doesn’t make me feel as guilty as pleasure does.”

Not now. A sharp pain strikes into my chest, slashing through my skin, reverting to my bones. My feet step back, away from her. The pain is unbearable. My body keeps the posture straight, not letting the pain take over my face. I would rather die than let anyone see the cruel misery surrounding me. The pain grows impulsively stronger, my heart shrinks deeper, evoking a stinging sensation through my skin, screeching into my ears. As I am about to crumble down, she touches my wrist, making her grip stronger.

I feel nothing there, as here, I’m overwhelmed by it all to the point that I let it drag me because I have no power or will to pull it, it always wins. Pain. I stretched my hand and soothed my fingers over her knuckles, they were burned, you could see the blisters, but it was beautiful. It was beautiful because she felt nothing. The red bruise was surrounded by purple and blue streaks, a work of art on her body. If she wakes up, these will be profanities on her body but I’ll always see them for what they are, beautiful. I heard the door open and there stood Xavier. Xavier was affected by this same pain. He didn’t like seeing me here because he thought I didn’t feel it there. Besides the slig

The pain wasn't just physical; it was a violation of something sacred within her. As the pain persisted, Myla's body quivered, her fingers clenching into fists as she fought to endure the unrelenting torment. The burn felt as if it was etching itself into her very soul, branding her with an agony that defied description. Each moment stretched into an eternity as her vision blurred and her breathing turned ragged, the pain consuming her thoughts, her sense of self, and her ability to find solace.

Pain, pain. A beautiful melody it whispers. It treats your tears as diamonds. Your sorrow is its happiness. It preys on it,feeds on it,worships it. Only if pain could feel what I feel. Hugging my knees, crouched in the bath tub I sobbed. I laughed in between my sobs. Tears stung my eyes. The scars and claw marks that run across my back and decorated my torso and arms didn't beat the pain betrayal brought.

"People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio." ~Jim Morrison "That works for me." He answers, feeling a little happy with himself.