Painful Soul Novels & Stories

Before I could retreat, they caught me—and burst into laughter. Humiliation burned through me. Annoyed, I stormed inside, slamming the door shut. My back hit the wood as I slid to the floor, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks again. “How long will this hurt last?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I clenched my teeth against the pain. After what felt like hours of sobbing, I forced myself up and headed for the shower. Yet, the ache wouldn’t leave me. My dreams of building a life with him—having his children—were officially over.

His face contorted into one of discomfort. "Small world." David murmured. Small world, too small for Asher's liking. He had found the girl he missed for so long, but it seemed like she was still miles away from him and forever out of his reach. At that moment all he could think was, fate was truly a cruel and heartless bitch.

The frustrated shush ffrom moments earlier, transforming to small ones of reassurance as she winced and hissed in pain. I had to fully concentrate on the task at hand. The feel of her skin beneath mine and her beautiful doe-eyes were incredidibly distracting. I liked to think that I was having a similar effect on her as she jumped up quickly and moved away from me to make coffee. It was almost cute.

There are no words, languages, gestures or even thoughts that can express the pain of loss. It is so deeply aching and soul-wrenching with inordinate care, cutting slowly and painfully with the blunt side of the knife. The pain is phenomenal, incredibly painful, extraordinarily painful, fatally painful. It's pain, pain, pain, just pain. And it doesn't give in, it doesn't calm down, it doesn't give up. And the soul writhes, revolves, cries, screams and groans in dull moans that take over the body, make the spirit stagger and stun. The pain of loss has no sound, no voice, and invades the core of being silently and cruelly, making the body hurt and sick. It massacres the soul to such an extent

“You don’t understand. Soul Echo... it’s not just about feeling someone else’s pain. It’s transferring it. The person who experiences it, the person will feel the pain as if it’s your own. And it doesn’t stop. The pain keeps coming if you allow yourself to feel it, as if you’re drowning in it. The longer you’re connected, the more it bleeds into your soul. Some people... they never recover. And others... they die, consumed by it.” Her words sent a deep shiver down my spine. I could feel the panic starting to rise, but I refused to back down. This was the answer I needed. “Then why... Why hasn’t anyone talked about it? Is that nobody possesses it? Why is it so discreetly talked about ?”

The pain he had faced when he died was the same pain he was going through right now. His eyes tightened as the pain was unbearable for his soul, but at the moment when Hea's face appeared to his mind, a slight smile lifted up to his lips. A light teardrop flowed from the corner of his right eye. After a fine hour, the cage broke, which allowed him and his soul to get out of it. His soul caught some powers, but still, he was weak.

The sight of her, once vibrant and full of life, now devastated and in agony, tore at his soul with an intensity that defied comprehension. The depth of Ameera's pain seeped into his soul, enveloping him in a cloak of despair. He fell to his knees, his hands trembling as he reached out, yearning to offer her solace, to take away her suffering. But the wounds she carried were not just physical—they ran far deeper, etching scars upon her spirit.

As if the pain would crush my heart with thousands of knives. I touch my chest above my heart, the very same spot she punched her dagger into my heart. And it hurts so much I didn't know my wolf carries all the time. It was enough to bring me to my knees and that is saying something. He still suffers from that day. That is why he wants that girl. He doesn't want to be this way anymore. He wants to feel free and in love again. What a fool! She can destroy us again and he doesn't even realize it.

Payal was reading his sad face silently as some kid is sad after his toy. While switching the mood and topic she said, "I had no idea you can play this violin so perfectly and beautifully." "But it is worthless to play it, if it could not move ones heart" "how could you say this, Rakesh" ""When someone was more interested in smelling burning fish how can I say that one person was so deeply lost in my tune" Payal got numb after listening his claim, then she burst into laughs. "why made you laugh this way Payal"

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe