Novel & Cerita Sorrow Is Not My Name

I walked toward Benjamin like a machine, tears streaming down my face in misery. "Hey. I want you to know my name." He suddenly spoke those words. That single sentence caused my heart to wring with pain. I managed to walk halfway before turning back to look at him. His gaze was so sorrowful, so wretchedly sad. "My name is..." Bang. "Forgive me, my love. I have to break my promise to you." A bullet flew swiftly through the air, rushing forward with immense force. A red stain spread across his chest, causing him to stagger backward. I had not yet heard his name. He smiled. His smile was like sunlight, soothing the pain spreading through my veins. I screamed instinctively.

Her voice fell to a whisper that seemed to echo from nowhere and everywhere. “It’s the only love strong enough to save him.” His name shattered me. Thorne. Just that one word cut through like a sacred blade. My chest collapsed. Tears spilled without consent. “He’s suffering,” I choked. “Somewhere dark. Somewhere I can’t reach.” I didn’t know why I was crying so hard. I’d lost before – my parents, my world, my life. But this grief felt ancient, like my soul had always known his. Thorne had become a wound I carried like breath.

I was gone, when I died all the hope in my life had been lost with me in my grave. I can feel my sorrow fueling my need for revenge more and more. All the people inside the gym were leaving, I can feel taps on my shoulder and squeezing me, all the reassurances, and in a few minutes we were left alone there holding each other. Just me and Devon. God, I love him and I won't give up. I'm here to stay and if I'd need to accept that Hannah is no longer here, Cassidy is here and I would be her if she is what Devon needs, I would not give up on us. Maybe, just maybe, there will come a time that I will be able to tell Devon that I am Hannah and I hope to God he will understand and he will love me st

Seeing how stubborn Zachary was, I seethed. "I'm already dead! It was you who killed me for that pretentious bitch!" Terrified, he shook his head frantically and cried out, "No! Sierra, I'm so sorry… Please come back to me!" I sneered. "Listen, I will never forgive you. You should go to hell!" Hearing this, Zachary clutched his head and bawled his eyes out. … Three days later, Wren called him in a panic.

Her skin was marred with needle scars. The caption read: [Blood may be thicker than water, but it’s not stronger than some people’s ruthlessness. I don’t want to be an older sister again in my next life.] Tears fell from my eyes. They streamed down my face and mixed with my snot. ‘I’m sorry, Rachelle. Let me be the older sister in our next lives,’ I thought. By the third day in the underground room, I had lost track of whether it was day or night.

"Safe. It’s always that word with you two. But safety feels a lot like a funeral when you don't have a choice in where you go or who you see." I looked down at our joined hands. My skin looked pale against Dmitri’s tanned, strong fingers. What am I fighting for anymore? I wondered. The thought was a dark, slow-moving tide in my mind. My friends have moved on. My old life is a series of disconnected memories. Every time I try to run, the walls just get higher and the silk sheets get softer. Is it really a victory to spend the rest of my life angry? "I saw the guest list for the gala," I said, changing the subject. "My name is on it. Not as a guest. As your... 'ward'."

They failed her, they knew it she understood they felt extremely bad for it but shipping her away wasn't the way to go about it They hadn't spoken more than a few words to her since she got back but she knew they'd known everything by now. Who cares? Damage's been done already, wounds are already down deep. She wanted everything and everyone silent. She clutched her phone in her palms then turned it on and played Maybe by Lewis Capaldi Then Bruises by Lewis Capaldi She placed her phone on a ceramic table next to her, took off her clothes filled the bathtub with warm water, and went in. She could hear her mum sobbing behind the door. "Jan is sorry, please forgive her," she said She sighed, sh

The dizzy sensation of falling through midair made me realize I had been reborn to the exact moment Keith Coburn shoved me off the cliff. "Logan, who the hell do you think you are to embarrass me like that? You should know your place. A broke loser like you will never be in my league." I tumbled down the rocky slope, sharp stones tearing through every patch of exposed skin. Pain ripped through me, causing my breath to come out in harsh gasps of pain.

The moment they saw the baby, their first reaction was to rush over and pick him up. "Oh my god, whose baby is this? The poor thing. It’s freezing out here, and someone just dumped him like this." "Natalie Ashford, don’t you love kids the most? Why don’t you just adopt him?" I watched them perform with cold indifference. In my previous life, I had adopted this child and named him Tom Ashford. I gave up my career and struggled to raise him on my own. Then, on the very day Tom was accepted into a top-tier university, my younger sister, Sophia Ashford, suddenly appeared and accused me of stealing her child.

"You’re a walking corpse." Joy rolled her eyes. "Relax. He’ll get over it." Fiero didn’t say anything. He simply stood. Walked past Joy. Said nothing. But as he passed her, his hand brushed her wrist. Light. Intentional. And then he was gone. The next morning, Joy woke up to war. Her pajamas were gone. All of them. She stood in the center of her closet like a woman betrayed, glaring at empty hangers. "FIERO!"