Smile Behind The Pain Novels & Stories

His eyes were fixed on me, and he suddenly said; "You're so sad, you need something sweet in your life." I melted, suddenly staring at what he used to replace the handshake. It's like he just read me in a sentence and my face suddenly grew sober. What kind of child is he? Somehow, I wanted to study with him. "Really?" I asked, playing along and wanted to prove that he was wrong. "Hiding your pain behind a smile and jokes is brave of you, but you're really sick...here," he muttered, suddenly pointing a finger at my forehead with a serious face.

at times, emotional pain can be more awful than physical pain, maybe that's why i don't feel the pain on my leg i feel nothing he sighs, moving up and sits beside me on the bed. "sam, look at me," he pulls me gently to his side, brushing my hai "go away," i mumbl "sam, please, just look at me. and tell me how do you feel. let it out on me. let it out all the rage, all the things you're feeling i breath out heavily, then turn to him. "when storm gave me the bullet carved by my name, you know what i was thinking? all i was thinking, 'so this is how it's going to end, huh? this, my life?'

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."

Logan, who had stayed silent through that, finally let out a cold scoff as he watched the nurse leave. "You even hired actors this time? Let me guess. You're going to tell me that you've contracted some terminal illness and are about to die? Then, once Lumi and I have bonded, you'll have her come beg me for money so you can get treatment. In the end, you'll take that money and disappear?" My face was still hurting, but I pulled the corners of my lips up into a smirk as I looked at Logan. "You've gotten smarter, Logan."

I muttered with a hardly discernible voice. "You don't have to apologise," she said softly as she sat down next to where I lay. "I know you're sad and heartbroken and all you want to do is cry and hope the pain will go away but my darling,we both know life doesn't work that way,crying won't help in healing this, it will only make your eyes hurt and give you a really bad headache”, Her hand found mine, her touch light but forceful.

If he had tried to dress me up in some garish dress, I would have to figure out how to rise from the dead just to kill him. Then, he took out a diamond ring that he had bought who-knows-when. I screamed internally when he took my skeletal hand. "Don't put it one! Do not put it on!" My prayers seemed to work because he stopped. Tears dripped to the ground. "I'm sorry." He hunched over, seemingly consumed by agony as he cried hoarsely. His fingers were pressed hard against the acrylic case that my skeleton was placed in. How pitiful. But so what?

“What do you mean?” Katie sighed. “Why are you being so nice? You’ve never been nice to me before.” Rihanna chuckled softly. “Why is it so hard to believe that I’m just trying to be friendly?” “Because you’re not,” Katie said bluntly. “You’ve always made it clear that you don’t trust me.” Rihanna’s expression grew serious. “I told you, it wasn’t about trust. It was about protecting my pack.” “And now?” “Now… I think you’ve suffered enough,” Rihanna said gently. “You’ve lost your child. That kind of pain changes a person. I’m starting to see that you’re not a threat.”

"Luke, there's something else you need to know. "The day I wheeled Natalie into the operating room, she was shaking uncontrollably. She had bitten her tongue so hard that it was a bloody mess. He paused, then hesitantly continued, "I reviewed her medical report today. Turns out, she has an abnormally high sensitivity to pain." Luke stiffened. "She must have heard our conversation that day," Harvey finished. Luke's eyes were filled with despair and dread, his entire body frozen as if his blood had turned to ice.

If cold is the armor, I’ll wear it until it fuses to my bones. It shouldn’t be that hard, I told myself. I perfected the art of smiling through pain as a kid; swapping a bright, unflinching smile for a straight, unreadable face should be nothing. A pivot. A small death of expression. And yet my head reeled the second I replayed him dismissing me without so much as a full glance. The casual cruelty of it, the ease. How did he do it—disengage like that, cut with silence sharper than words?

He stopped in front of me and I looked up at him through the haze of pain. His face was transformed. The careful composure was gone, replaced by something hungry. Something that lived behind his eyes only in moments like this. His lips were curved in a smile that never reached his eyes — a smile of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. The smile of a man who had found exactly what he was looking for.