Novel & Cerita Painful Soul

It may not look manly, but this pain is searing scars on my soul and on my wolf’s soul. I will never trust another woman again.

He growls like the beast he is, delighted with himself. “Yes! Finally,” he shouts like an animal. All I can do is cry silently. The pain is unbearable, like being torn apart from the inside, like a burning coal ripping through me. But no physical pain compares to the pain in my soul—the one they have destroyed, violated beyond repair. He grabs my face and kisses me desperately while moving inside me, hurting me more with every thrust. I stop fighting. There is no point. I close my eyes and turn my face away, praying it ends quickly.

"In the state that she's in, do you really think that she'd be able to pull through the procedure? What if something goes wrong? You'll regret it!" The conversation went on, but all of a sudden, I couldn't hear them anymore. My brain seemed to have shut down, and all I heard was a buzzing in my ears. An excruciating pain came over me. I thought that I'd have died there. But in that split second, I suddenly recalled everything. I was the only daughter of the Swanson family in Oakbrook, and I'd gone missing years ago. I had put up with the pain and made it here to tell Miles that I'd like to go home for a bit. I never expected to learn the cruel truth.

I could actually see some streaks of white through the torn jeans as well. No wonder my knees had hurt so much. As it turned out, my flesh had already rubbed away, exposing the bones beneath. I didn't care that half my fingers were all broken, dislocated, or throbbing in pain. I did my best to put my hands together in a praying posture. Just then, Finnegan returned with a white ribbon in his hands, along with the worker. "I wish that Finnegan and Colette will be together forever." This line sounded too familiar to me. It suddenly tugged at my heart in such a painful manner that I couldn't breathe.

"If his brain has changed..." "But his soul hasn't," Kai countered sharply. "The bond isn't in the brain. It's in the spirit. That’s why he’s in pain. That’s why his wolf is going insane. He is living a lie, and every cell in his body is screaming at him to wake up." He gestured to my chest. "And you? You feel it too, don't you? The pull?" "It hurts," I admitted. "It feels like I’m being ripped open."

His words still have a slurring quality to it and they don’t put my mind at ease at all. He lazily lifts his other hand till he is wiping away the worry lines from my forehead. “It’ll pass. The physical pain always passes, it’s the pain in your fucking soul that takes its merry time.” There is something so heartbreaking about the way he is speaking. Like he is the one who lost everything and he is the one who cannot get past it. I don’t like the way that makes me feel. I don’t like the way it makes me doubt things I know to be true.

Aaron felt like something very heavy was pressing him on the ground. He felt like he was trapped and didn’t even have control over his body. He felt trapped and suddenly he felt pain. A pain so brutal and so excruciating that Aaron felt his soul was being ripped apart. He screamed at the top of his lungs as the unbearable pain seeped through his bone and made him cry and writhe on the ground like some desperate pest fighting for life. And the others just watched from the side.

"I offered you gold. Something you craved yet you could never show or use, something worthless. I offered protection for your tasks alone, no more, no less. My part of the bargain is fulfilled. If you want women, as you claimed, they come and go, you have no need of me there. Wine them to the excess and then they are yours. Those who come to the Godly world are paid for such pleasures anyway." "He-he will find out..." Zuberi's fear-stricken whisper only enhanced the slimy grin. "And who's fault is that?" Zuberi blanched. "The impious Soul screams: I burn; I am ablaze; I know not what to cry or do; wretched me, I am devoured by all the ills that compass me about; alack, poor me, I neither see

Eve groaned and rolled over to snuggle down under her blanket. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally brought up the painful memory of being turned down. As she reflected on what had transpired the day before, she was overcome with excruciating pain. It is not possible for our souls to ever become one.

I blinked. She sat up straighter, her expression gentle, wise, and just a little sad. “When your soul left your body, it went through a passage—one no living being should ever experience. And the soul, Kael, is not just a thing that breathes life into you. It remembers. It carries everything. Pain. Shame. Joy. Fear. But sometimes, when it’s forced to return from the brink… it has to let go of what it can't carry back.” I swallowed. “So I lost memories because… they were too painful to carry?”