Painful Books Novels & Stories

My life with my niece has been a total endless cycle of pain. It was like we, her family members, sat in a cinema to watch her through the projector screen and how she went through an endless, slow, burning pain, and all we could do was stare, taking in the way she fell to the earth and rose again. It felt like we'd subscribe to an endless view of her being a sad child. When I think the chapters of Rose's book are almost drawing to a finish and coming to an end, the archenemy to my happiness; pain, keeps writing a new one.

For those who have not yet not yet read my books , they include My roomate wants a piece of me Ugly and Insecure The rejected Nagin.

Honestly hated it and sometimes had nightmares about it. “Do you know, have you even had a clue of how painful and cursing it is for me to remember all of that loops? Everything that started with a tragedy, coming into a fruitful happy ending and only to be broken by the worst damn tragedy of all?” His hate, his pain, and thinking how cruel everything in this world and book is being written about.

My brothers and Amber sounded confused and uneasy. "The doctor said there's nothing wrong with us," someone said with a frown. "But just now, it felt like I was being tortured to death." "I've never felt pain like that in my life." "Wait," another voice cut in, sharp with panic. "Why does it feel like it's starting again?" The anesthesia was wearing off. Pain bloomed once more. In the hallway, their voices shattered into screams. I lowered my gaze and pressed a fingernail gently into the edge of my bandaged wound. Pain shot through me.

"Clara, don't mind me. Kent and I go way back. No need to be so formal." Yeah. Right. I tried to take off the wristband, but it was seamless. No clasp. No switch. "Don't bother. Only I can unlock it." Kent pressed a hand over mine. "Trust me. This is good for you." A sharp pain suddenly tore through my left arm. Once. Twice. Three times. Hot and brutal, like countless burning needles stabbing into my skin and twisting. "Ah!" I cried out, doubling over. Kent caught me, frowning. "What's wrong?"

But what happens when one of the adoption sites isn't everything it appears to be? This series includes 3 books so far: The Safe Space (completed), Daddy's Collection (completed), and Teacher's Care (ongoing). All three books have graphic violence, nonconsensual sex, and sexual and physical abuse scenes. 5. Follow me on I*******m under the same name or F******k under Owlonmywrist Author. You’ll find information about the stories that you like, character descriptions, early previews, and my unique sense of humor. Plus, I just love talking to people, so if you just wanna chat, come on over.

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains contents of violence that may disturb sensitive readers and can be triggering for survivors of trauma and abuse. (Quinn’s perspective) Pain used to be a constant. Not the kind that fades after a few hours or even days. No, this was the kind that buried itself so deep in your bones that it felt like it would be part of you forever. But now… I don’t feel it anymore.

A paralyzing pain instantly flooded my body. Is this right? I can’t even imagine how badly he must be hurt to react like this. My eyes went on the chapter heading of a book that had opened up as it fell. It said— Is life long enough for all the pain we put it through? I broke into tears. I got to my feet with a deep breath. Correcting my clothes, I picked up the books and arranged them on the shelves. I ran out of the bookshelves towards the corkboard. I looked at the table. Kian’s phone was gone.

He was finally starting to realize that something was wrong after three days without contact from me. He called Elliot to him again. Hesitating, he finally asked the question that he should've asked three days ago, "How was Summer that day? Was she in a lot of pain?" Elliot looked pained. After all, I had died under his care; even if it wasn't his fault, it was only natural that he felt bad. "I don't think so. It happened quickly; there wasn't much we could do." I was exasperated. Yves should know whether I was in pain or not; he had seen the wounds on my head, yet he never bothered to ask me then.

With a mana stone that could activate the runes in hand, he looked down at me darkly. "I just remembered that it was time for me to interrogate you… Now talk. Where did you bring my parents?" I closed my eyes, flashes of excruciating pain that I'd experienced in this very chair flashing through my senses. Shuddering, I replied, "I don't know…" The moment I finished speaking, strong electrical currents surged through me, making me scream in agony. My entire body convulsed violently, and the wounds that had scabbed over split open once more.