Sintido Pain Novels & Stories

--- A silence followed. Longer this time. --- Ariana spoke again. “I’ve been thinking,” she said. Oliver didn’t interrupt. He waited. --- Then she added: “This is affecting me more than I thought it would.” --- That honesty landed differently. Because it wasn’t blame. It was realization. --- Oliver nodded slowly. “I know,” he said. --- A pause. Then she looked at him. “You’re not the only one carrying consequences anymore,” she said. --- That sentence changed something again.

Sinclair POV I feel like I’m on fire. Right after Isaiah let go of my wrist, I felt the hot rush of his venom in my blood stream. I turn my head to Kaia and she looks the way I feel. Dr. Moreno is monitoring our vitals but I’m in too much pain to care. I scream out and ball my fists tightly to get through the waves of pain. I feel my muscles and bones becoming dense and my body temperature heat up. “Kaia, talk to me.” I said gritting my teeth.

What did I do wrong to deserve this? I cried loud and hugged myself. I feel like my whole body is melting, I feel dirtied from the way he touched me, I feel like my soul was tainted from everything he did to my body. Every violence I received from him is the least of it all, but the way he crashed my soul is on another level.

The crack of the whip was deafening, and the sound of it landing on her skin sent a shudder through the onlookers. The moment the whip struck Selena's back, a sharp, burning pain shot through her body, as if her skin was being torn apart. The pain was so intense it took her breath away. Her body jerked, but she fought to remain still, refusing to show any weakness. The sting spread like fire, blurring her vision for a moment. She gritted her teeth, struggling to hold back the scream that threatened to escape her lips. The pain was overwhelming, but she forced herself to endure, every inch of her body screaming in agony.

Morning came heavy, thick with guilt I couldn’t shake. I stared at my reflection, trying to fix the mess inside me with a brush and concealer. It didn’t work. Nothing could hide the fact that I’d let him kiss me again. Ricardo Falconeri. My mother’s new husband’s son. My stepbrother. Even thinking the word made my stomach twist. I told myself to stop, to forget, but the memory wouldn’t go away, the way he’d pulled me close, the sound of his voice when he called me butterfly.

DAMIAN Pain doesn’t arrive politely. It doesn’t knock or announce itself. It crashes hot, blinding, and personal. The gun went off and for a split second, I didn’t even register the sound. What I felt first was the impact, like someone had punched straight through my shoulder with fire wrapped around their fist. My body jerked violently against the restraints, metal biting into my wrists as a sharp, ugly groan tore out of me before I could stop it.

“Hey. What is your identity?” “Why... are you doing this to me?” “No questions allowed.” “Untie this first... and then let's talk.” Thud! Pain rushed over her back again this time. “Ugh!” “I believe I told you not to ask questions!” A scream burst out on its own. The pain rolled in like waves, gnawing away at Hyeon-sin's reason. Her body was already exhausted even while staying still, so she had to desperately exert effort to hold onto her sanity as the pain surged.

Rest well and if it's not too forward, may I suggest that quenching your own thirst will help provide such relief for your personal well-being. Yours Annalita. I stared, unseeing, at the screen. That was not at all what I should've wrote. The negative thoughts were being out weighed by something else entirely, A feeling that was foreign to me. My abdomen was tight and tense, a heavy ache settling between my thighs, it was exquisite torture. Before I could talk myself out of it, my hand slid down to where the ache was worst. My fingers quickly coated in my own wetness, they moved steadily along the slick folds, slipping in and out, brushing my upper wall to find the spot that would bring me m

Though I have had it many times with my crush in my mind, but now, it was outside of my mind which made it real. When he gave my lips the last peck, I bit his lower lips, my teeth were holding his skin while he was preparing his shaft to make an entrance. Heaving a sigh, he finally did it and I was left to bear all the pain his contraction gifted me. A scream was locked in my throat, unable to voice out, I clutched him harder and tightly shut my eyes. He thrust once again and I pinned my head in the soft pillow but nothing was helping me. The pain was beyond my bearing. “Ah…” I felt stuck. I felt too much at once but I couldn’t understand what it was. My mind was too foggy. “T…Take…it…it…out

It felt like too much effort, what was happening to me? oh I pushed him aside and took the hit, why?, why did I do that, all I know was I couldn't stand there and see him hurt, I moved without thinking, it must be the mate bond Hot, I felt hot, like I was burning from the inside, it spread under my skin like molten glass, burning and tearing through every inch of me. Each heartbeat felt like a hammer, driving the pain deeper. Breathing became a battle, every inhale worse than the last, something warm touched my face. Once. Twice. Again. I couldn’t tell if it was a hand or a dream, the pain became unbearable and i felt my eyelids became heavy