Sorrow Rhyme Novels & Stories

With every step, her tears fall like a torrent, soaking my shirt and piercing my soul. I want to break something. The weight of her grief is suffocating, a burden that threatens to crush us both. I lead her away from the unspeakable horrors, my footsteps heavy with the sorrow of how shattered I feel. I was too late. I was fucking too late! _*

She pressed her warmth against the creature’s cold, rotting side. ​She channeled the power of the mate bond—not the "teeth," but the pure, unadulterated "sweetness" of the connection she shared with Elias. She pushed that feeling of belonging, of home, into the Sorrow-Wolf. ​The monster froze. The sobbing stopped. ​Slowly, the brambles began to fall away. The bone-skin softened. The Sorrow-Wolf looked at Rhea with a final, clear-eyed gaze before dissolving into a pile of clean, white ash.

" Don't stray to far away for your mate may not stay the same, crazed and starving they will run away, doomed to their fate to meet the darkness that cannot be kept at bay." Echoing in my mind as I see a bright yellowish light come into view. I stand slowly blinking my eyes, trying to focus on the silhouette that has appeared against the blinding light. I try to shade my eyes with hand hoping it will allow me to get a better view of the thing standing in front of me, when my vision shifts becoming crstyal clear. I see Sarah standing close to the edge of a cliff. The smell of salt hitting my nose, before I register that she's crying. Hearing hear sobs of sadness as she wept. She turns to me w

Fresh sobs ripped through her. “Please… please… let it end… I can’t do this anymore… just let me die…” Her plea floated across the water, heartbreaking, hollow, desperate. ~~~~~ Raya whimpered from the other shore. “Give me another chance… let me come back…” Riley’s broken whisper trembled into the sky. “Take me away… I don’t want to suffer anymore…” The lake rippled again. A single breeze swept across the water, picking up both girls’ cries and carrying them, soft and sorrowful, to the same moonlit sky.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

The cold wind was blowing, and it seemed to carry with it an aura of sadness and sorrow. “This is where I will kill you, darling…”

The rain becomes my silent confidante, listening to the whispers of my sorrow and offering solace in its gentle embrace. Lost in the rhythmic cadence of the rain, I allow myself to feel the depth of my emotions. I let the grief wash over me, allowing each tear to release a small portion of the hurt that weighs me down. It's a cathartic release, a necessary step towards healing the shattered pieces of my heart.

Let's enjoy the journey.... ............. Sasha Pov: Sasha wandered along the road, her steps were staggered but her grip on the beer bottle tightened. Tears, like tiny rivers, traced paths down her cheeks, smudging her carefully applied makeup into streaks of black. The weight of her sorrow felt heavy in her chest, each breath a struggle against the ache within. She raised it to her lips, the bitter taste momentarily distracting her from the overwhelming emptiness inside. But with each swallow, the reality of her loneliness seemed to only grow sharper.

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.

I found myself drowning with no rope taken out for survival. It was the sorrow, heavy, like the weight on the larynx, hardly able to breathe. I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces, each piercing me with its razor-like sharpness. I just felt like I'm losing Adrian, that he slipped away and there was nothing to do to return him.