Pain Is Beautiful Novels & Stories

If it was not for her, then she doesn't know how she would have survived this long in this house. Bless her! Grace is a beautiful old woman who has a strong personality. Her golden hair and brown shades, hazelnut eyes, and smooth skin make her look younger than her age. Grace is passionate about the things she does. It is very rare, or would rather say, once in a blue moon; it happens that she is behind her schedule. Unlike on other days, today Grace ran late. So, she asked Fiona to set the plate for Justin.

--- Ariana stepped forward again. --- But this time— --- She stopped halfway through the motion. --- The pressure surged. --- Too early. --- Too fast. --- Ariana completed the step. --- And the pressure overshot. --- For a brief moment— --- There was a gap. --- Small. --- But real. --- Ariana felt it instantly. --- Her movement became easier. --- Lighter. --- Less restricted. --- Just for a second. --- But that was enough. --- She smiled. --- “You’re overcorrecting,” she said.

Breaking every cycle. But the pain… the pain will take longer to fade.

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."

'Fear, it's in your mind, fight it. Pain, it's in your body, endure it.' DarkVergent Samantha Red's POV Pain A pain that would stop you from uttering a word, moving and anything alive person could do. A pain that killed me and turned me into a living corpse. A pain in my heart that felt like being stabbed a thousand times. A pain in my body that would heal but will leave a deadly nightmare of the past.

“Oh, yes. It’s real. It’s part of people's fantasy, you know. And those that love a medley of pain and pleasure are regarded as sadists. They get super turned on by stuff like this.” I gape my mouth in an ‘o' not able to slam it shut. I want pleasure but not pain. I can’t stand that. I just can’t. She slings her arm on my shoulder and whispers. “It might sound shitty to you but when your body gets molded into it, you can’t demand pleasure without it being spiced by pain. Trust me.” I don’t like her words. I don’t like the fact she openly tells me pains work hand in hand with pleasure. It’s sickening. For a moment there, my mind beings to reel with thoughts about Dima being a sadist as she ta

While the doctor did his best to shield me from the chaos, my vision began to blur. The flashes and the noise had become overwhelming, and I closed my eyes. My bittersweet life was coming to an end. I had suffered through most of it, but Lumi was my only source of joy. In my haze, I thought I heard her calling for me. I smiled. Just before I slipped away completely, Anna's response came through. "Alright." That was enough for me. After all, my only wish had always been for Lumi to live the best life possible.

, She really is annoyed. “I don’t envy you! Beauty? I have my own kind of beauty! If we participate in a beauty contest, I will be the winner for sure because aside from my beautiful appearance I also have a beautiful heart, unlike you, you're beautiful but you —”, I stopped because of the loud noise coming from our crowd, so I motioned for them to stop and resumed what I was about to say

“If I could put what I feel into your head, you would know that to me, you are everything.” Aurelia bit her lip. Her gaze was still dim, but little by little the walls she had built began to crack. “There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who chooses to keep standing, even when her heart is broken and her body is trembling. That’s you, Aurelia,” Gian said quietly. “And I want to be the only one who makes you feel safe.” His hand moved again, wiping away the tears on his wife’s cheeks. “You’re not unattractive. You’re too beautiful. Sometimes it makes me afraid to touch you. Afraid you might disappear.”

he ordered again. “It’s pain,” she said, a catch in her voice. The crop left her ass where it rasped over sensitive, marked skin. “Too much?” There was worry in his voice. A promise that if she said the word, he’d stop. “No!” Her protest was immediate. A denial. She didn’t want him to stop. “It’s pain and then it’s pleasure,” she whispered. “Beautiful, exquisite pleasure. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. The pain is just pain. But the pleasure is indescribable. It makes me crave the pain because I know what will follow.”