Sintido Pain Novels & Stories

Just then the door bell rang. The pain of one heart can only be lived and felt by another heart, and that other heart is nothing but a piece of the same heart... All Hearts !

Weakness washes over me, and the only thing I can do is sleep. I let it take over me. The burning sensation rushing through my veins makes me vibrate, coating my skin in sweat. Cold squeezes my blood, leaving me sneezing. My core throbs with intense pain, and my midriff screams with cramps. Bitten feeling—the same foreign sensation I had encountered last night in the dungeon after Beta Vasil threw me to the cold floor. The pain was unbearable and made my vision blurry, and now it’s back. How do I make it go away? Stop hurting and let me be.

Niko There is no painkiller available, so I brace myself as Sven takes on the critical task of patching up the jagged hole left by the bullet. With a steady hand and an unwavering focus, he threads a needle, meticulously preparing to stitch the two sides of skin that have been forcibly separated. Every prick of the needle feels like a sharp jolt, each tug a reminder of the shot endured. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to maintain composure as I watch the world around me blurring in and out of focus through bleary eyes. Bianca's earlier theft of the medical gear now weighs heavily on my mind, amplifying my discomfort as Sven deftly works, weaving the sutures with expertise honed through exper

'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.

Selina's hand trembled, accidentally jabbing a wound near Nestor's ear, causing the barely clotted spot to seep blood again. Nestor remained motionless, either not feeling it or numb to the pain. Selina deliberately pressed harder, but he still didn't move, not even flinching reflexively. "Don't... you feel pain?" Selina finally couldn't help asking. Nestor's lips curved: "Can't feel much." Selina paused, her fingers tightening though she tried to sound casual: "How can you not feel anything?" Nestor replied offhandedly: "Because I've experienced pain a hundred, a thousand times worse!"

His stomach churned, and he fought to suppress the nausea, his face paling. Seeing Martin's pain, Brandy cried out, "Martin, this has nothing to do with you! Stay out of it!" "I'm fine..." Martin's voice was hoarse with pain. "Just go!" Brandy pleaded, then turned her gaze to Jose's hand, still slick with wine. A shudder ran through her. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the back of his hand, tracing the prominent veins. "Brandy..." Martin watched in stunned silence as she knelt before Jose, debasing herself to clean his hand.

Then he starts a chant in an unknown tongue, and his eyes flash that disgusting yellow colour. Then pain overtakes my body; the feeling of my first shift amplified and on repeat. I scream out and move, but every movement sends waves of throbbing pain through my entire body. I’ve never felt pain like this before, not even when Fenriz broke me in at the fighting pits. Every bone felt like it was being broken and repaired over and over again with no end to the pain in sight. Stefan takes his hands from my belly and walks out of the room, but the pain remains; no matter how much I scream and cry out, it doesn’t lessen at all.

Chapter 11 Sienna Pain is supposed to be this intense overwhelming sensation of nociceptors. A group of sensory neurons with specialized nerve endings widely distributed to the skin. Months ago I felt pain deep in my tissues, muscles, joints, and my most visceral organs. It was like I was living and breathing hell. Only I was in so much misery that no one heard me scream. My body on the outside was wounded by the bullets that shattered my flesh. But it was nothing compared to the inner pain. I suppose my lack of ability to scream made it worse. Even after waking up I feel traumatized. Misshaped. Abused.

SLADE Pain. The kind of pain that made it hard for me to breath. Pain that made my heart throb, It felt like a hot knife slicing nonstop through my skin. I’d never felt anything like it. Of all the blows life has dealt me in the past, this has to be the worst, and trust me, I’ve had to deal with a lot of things throughout my lifetime. My mistakes have come back to haunt me in the worst way possible.

Jaselyn's POV Pain has a scent. It’s sharp and metallic, like blood on steel. It sinks into you, saturating every breath, clinging to your skin until it becomes impossible to tell where it ends and you begin. I thought I understood pain before today. I thought I had lived it, endured it. But this was different. This was agony, and it had Zane’s name on it.