Painful Books Novels & Stories

Keeley I was numb. Trapped inside my head, frozen, as I was marched down shadowy hallways on the too small shoes that had been forced onto my feet. I couldn’t let myself feel anything. If I did, I would become hysterical. Staying calm was the only weapon I had at that point. They wanted me afraid, especially the man who had washed me. Frankie, they had called him. He had left no part of my body unscrubbed and he hadn’t been gentle about it. My breasts were red raw, my thighs and pussy were screaming in pain. He might not have touched me with his fingers, but I felt violated.

It was full of people on their deathbeds, so no one cared about the putrid odor at all. As she noticed the rotting apple and half-eaten porridge on my nightstand, her fury seemed to have dampened. Swallowing whatever insults she'd planned to throw at me, she finally began, "So you're the infamous Rafaela? I thought you'd be more beautiful… But I guess you really are dying, huh. "I was worried that you'd return to Logan, but it looks like I was just overthinking. I almost feel sorry for you." I could tell that Anna wasn't a bad person. But people in her circle, regardless of whether they were sweet or harsh, all shared the same kind of scorn toward women like me.

It was only as the pain faded that his body started to react to Harper in a different way. He could say with confidence he’d never had that reaction from anyone else who’d massaged his muscles during spasms. His muscles were now loose and far less painful, but he was still hard and aching. What was she doing to him? He still found her far too average compared to his usual supermodel-type girlfriends, but there was something compelling about her that drew him in.

“I know, pain can drive us crazy, and that’s why I’m here to protect us from every form of pain.” The air is thick with the scent of pine needles and damp earth, and the trees tower above her, their branches reaching for the sky. She feels small and insignificant in the face of such natural beauty, she suddenly could feel a sharp pain in her chest, immediately hearing Ernaline’s telling her to take rest a lot of it, her fight in the realms were serious that she was badly hurt, her wolf was. She placed her hands in her chest as she tried very hard to breath properly but felt like something stood between her a the air.

“You looked like the world was ending.” “It felt like it.” My hands moved down his chest, exploring. “Your turn.” He kissed my forehead, then my temple. “I almost quit last year. Burned out. The quiet gets heavy sometimes. But then this girl kept showing up, asking smart questions about old manuscripts. Made the days better.” “Me?” I asked, smiling. “You.” His lips found mine again. This kiss had heat behind it. His tongue brushed mine, and I melted into him. My back hit the bookshelf gently. A few books shifted but didn’t fall.

I was fine with everything that she offered me from childhood; I took every sour comment that broke my tender heart into pieces. Every time she threw away my dolls, tore my color books, or broke my crayons, she even destroyed my princess dresses multiple times. It wounded me so painfully that little Lyra felt so much pain inside that she used to sleep every night with tears. Every time Viola bullied me, I lost something from myself.

I watch him get dressed and walk out. It fucking hurts, and I've never read a book that describes it as has been painful and hurting. It might say it stings slightly, but nothing like what I felt.

Nothing, it was all blank but the pain in my heart spoke a different story. It was so intense and familiar that it felt like an old friend I had carried with me for evermore. The kind of friend who is toxic, one who only gives you pain but still you can't let go of them. Because they are the only one who don't let you be alone in the untold darkness. The pain reminded me of the reason I lived for. But the irony is that the reason was something I couldn't remember. My hand touched the book beside the pillow, still open on the page I was reading. One word so bold that it caught my eyes' instantly.

“How’s the pain?” “I’ll live.” I grunted as I picked up the books she had dropped to distract myself from the pain of her checking over my injuries. “I found those on Stephanie’s bookshelf.” She chuckled. “Thought you could use something to keep you busy. I picked that one because the author has my name.” I looked more closely at the books she had brought, chuckling when I saw that one was titled ‘The Rogue Queen’ by Rory McCauley-Hayman. I waved the second book titled ‘Breaking The Bond’, in the air.