Sorrow Is Not My Name Novels & Stories

It was as though she had just heard the most terrifying thing in the world. Scrambling to her feet in panic, she clutched Hylton's leg. "No! Hylton! You can't do this to me! You can't! I can't go there! No! My mom's sick! My dad's a gambling addict and drowning in debt! My brother does everything he can to bleed me dry!" She was sobbing uncontrollably, her voice desperate and shrill. "I worked so hard to get where I am! I can't go back to being what I once was! I can't!

The words cracked apart, ragged sobs choking them, shaking with unbearable grief. "Please… no one else," the voice wavered, weeping like a wounded thing lost in the cold. "They don't deserve you… only me. You're mine, mine, mine…" The sobs turned into quiet whimpers, like a fragile heart breaking beneath the weight of obsession. Aria's pulse quickened, her chest tightening with sympathy as the sorrow poured from the darkness. Her voice came soft, a gentle balm, like warm fingers tracing frozen skin. "Are you hurt?" she whispered, stepping closer, reaching into the gloom.

Tears are already falling, hot and useless, carving clean lines through the gore on my face. She was there. For one impossible moment, she was there, crying my name, burning alive, and now she’s gone again. I press both palms to the earth as if I can reach through stone and pull her into my arms. My shoulders shake with sobs I can’t hold back. “I’m sorry,” I choke to the empty night. “I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t fast enough.” Nox whines inside me, a broken, pup-like sound I have never heard from him in my entire life. He wants to tear the mountain apart with his teeth until she’s safe. I want the same thing. But we can’t. Not yet.

He avoids drinking for this exact reason, because he doesn’t want to and can’t face us ever bringing her up, and a tear fills one eye making my vision blurry so I have to bite on my lip hard to stop myself from sobbing. “We never even gave her a name. Sohla. How could we not name her? She was a real little person, even if it was only for a short while. She was your daughter; you were her mother. Why didn’t you come when she needed you? She held on for you for six days…. I held on for you too. If you’d come… maybe…….” Jyeon’s voice breaks, a soft breathiness which tells me he’s crying and the mental picture of him doing so rips my soul in two. Shame washing over me, guilt eating me raw, which

I feel what she feels. Sorrow.

His baritone voice was sound charismatic. "Walaikumsalam," replied Aisha, while I just nodded and feeling furious. "Eh, Lang," said Ahmed as if remembering something, "isn't that your band, what is its name, Tricks or something?" “Ryg's,” Aisha corrected. “Ah! Aisha, then you already know that Ryg's is on the side of supporting prostitution in Saltyroth-Dolly,” Ahmed asked in a sarcastic tone. Aisha just said nothing.

I just sighed as I closed my eyes, and let myself sink into the darkness until I was numb and couldn't feel anything. I’m sorry, Mom and Dad. I’m a worthless daughter. ***

I cried over and over, rocking back and forth. “I’m trying to help you Jane,” the man said gently, but not moving toward me. “Zevir and I want to help you. Tell us how we can do that Jane.” I lifted my tear-stained face at him. “I’m not Jane. I’m Soraya Wane of the Silverpine Pack.” I tucked my head back into my knees, my wails keening as the loss of my wolf finally hit me. He backed up into the wall; his face had that stricken look to it again.

The tears that fall from his eyes are a testament to the depth of his sorrow, a silent tribute to a love that will forever remain etched in his heart. Frozen in place, Kalix remains rooted to the spot, a figure of grief and solitude in the midst of the storm. The weight of his loss presses down upon him, a burden too heavy to bear, and he is consumed by a sense of isolation and despair. In the depths of his anguish, he believes that no one can truly comprehend the depth of his pain, that his sorrow is a solitary burden that he must carry alone.

Sarah Darkness enveloped me—a certainty in the chaos. My heart wailed with an anguish so profound it pierced my very soul. What sin had I committed to deserve this torment? I dared to turn away from my marriage with Philip, but never did I envision the depths of his cruelty, stripping me of everything I held dear. For my heart bled so profusely that sensation eluded me, I was numb to the cascade of tears, leaving only the haunting embrace of grief. "Sarah! Sarah!" It's as though Amir was right before my eyes, within the stark confines of the hospital ward. Every fiber of my being ached to reach out to him, to envelop myself in his embrace, and to release the weight of my sorrow upon his shou