Novel & Cerita Pain Is Beautiful

We would get married and have beautiful kids and live happily ever after . But I don’t come out alive ,I want you to move on .Please forget about me .Find another girl that makes you happy .Don’t cry for me ...I won’t like it .I want you to be happy Ben so if I don’t make it ,Forget me and Move on . But always remember I love you and I will always do .Whether dead or alive .Always and Forever . Yours sincerely, Rissa. Love is pain .Love is cruel .Love is powerful ,Love is magical ,Love is not something you toy with .

I've fallen for a knight He shoots me this arrow of love I can't resist It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's an impeccable feeling for the impeccable you. I sang as i thought of him, i had no idea I've being crying again, I remembered my dad's word "tears does not solve problems" i wiped my tears but my eyes still watered, my stomach grumbled cos I've not eaten and I my didn't know when I slept off. ***

She felt like a prisoner being returned to a cell that was far too beautiful to be called a jail. It was almost midnight when Brandy returned to her room in the Regal Garden. The house was silent, but the silence felt heavy. She took off her wet clothes in the bathroom and stood under the warm shower, the white and delicate skin quickly turning pink under the heat. Her beauty was like white jade, pristine yet fragile. But Brandy's spirits were low, though she tried to appear strong.

I could feel how happy and complete Antonio was. Then the next memory flashed to show him in Bright Sky's pack house. They were signing the peace treaty and I could feel the joy and love pouring from Antonio as he stared at the girl with a loving smile. Once everyone had signed Antonio stood from his seat and walked over to his mate. He reached for her but she backed up and held her hand up to stop him. I could feel hurt and sadness now. "I, Trinity Livingston of the Bright Sky Pack, reject you Alpha Antonio Alvarez of the Crystal Lake Pack" She said. It felt like a knife had stabbed my heart and I couldn't breath. Now matter how hard I tried to inhale, air just wouldn't fill my lungs. I wat

Help me, Madam. “Bella, forgive me,” Ariadne whispered, her own tears pooling as she spoke. The sight of Bella, broken and trembling, pierced her heart like a blade. She couldn’t bear it. This young woman, who had come to the city seeking a better life, now found herself locked behind bars, accused of a crime she didn’t commit. Bella’s despair was palpable, an overwhelming sorrow that words failed to express. Her trembling hands reached out to touch the glass divider as though grasping for her freedom. The sight was too much for Ariadne to bear, and it crushed her spirit.

He cupped her breasts before he had picked it painfully. Zia was shocked at the pain and the desire that followed immediately after. Her cunt had shot a hot liquid immediately embarrassing her. She couldn't win against the beautiful beast, the one that filled all her fantasies. She had loosened up and glanced up at him lovingly. All the pain seemed to have disappeared from her system.

I still didn't understand why. He started to get up and another wave of pain went through me. Although it wasn't as bad as before I still howled out in pain. He held me closer and the pain dimmed slightly but it was still there. It remained there with every step he took through the woods. I tried to distract myself from the pain by looking at the beautiful multi-colored leaves. It helped a little.The beauty of the red, yellow, and brown leaves illuminated by the sunlight peeking through the trees distracted me away from the waves of pain going throughout my body.

She didn't offer a smile, but there was a flicker of quiet, knowing pity in her eyes that made my chest tighten. Karl dragged me past her, his heavy leather boots thudding rhythmically against the slate floor as he led me up a sweeping floating staircase. The tiny silver derringer pressed painfully against my front pocket with every step, a secret weight that felt heavier by the second. I wanted to scream, to fight back, to tear my arm out of his vice-like grip, but exhaustion had completely hollowed me out. My muscles ached from the violent shootout at the loading dock, and my brain was entirely fried from the realization that Karl’s own father had tried to sell my life away.

"I was so close. I had almost written the final chapter. The chapter where feeling itself ends. And you… you have torn out the pages." Liora walked forward, past Ronan, until she was face to face with the Archivist. She didn't see a monster. She saw a tired, broken, lonely old man who was so afraid of pain that he wanted to erase the world. "You're wrong," she said softly. "The pain is what makes the joy beautiful. The memory of the dark is what makes the light precious. You can't have one without the other. That is the true Balance. Not the absence of pain, but the acceptance of it."

I wanted to scream out loud but I bit on my lip to stop myself from screaming. This was what it felt like. This was what it felt like to be rejected. I had to get this through my head, I have just been rejected. Rejected by my mate. Suddenly, a hard stab of pain hit my abdomen, like you’re stabbing something inside of you. Or like how Bella felt when she had Renesmee. I never noticed them but I did now. Tears were falling from my cheeks and my limbs and my whole body was burning from the pain. I was dying. Dying from the inside. I realized that I still haven’t screamed out, I was suffering in silence like I always do.