Stitch Sad Novels & Stories

She sounded cold but he could visualize the pink blush elating her milky white skin enhancing her beauty. "That you are right. Awww... Ooooww ouuucccchhhhh. SSS..ttteeellllaaa..ouch" Edwin grimaced in pain. "What happened?" Stella was probably walking towards the room by now. "My zip, oooo.. my buddy. Aw did not get my inner wear and my thing got stuck in the zip oooouuuccchh...." Edwin shrieked "Oh no! I am so sorry... sorry" she choked "I should have been there."

I sympathized. "I should be apologizing, Athena, for what they did to you." "Uncle, please don't say that. I'm fine now, but you're broken," I observed, noticing tears welling up in his eyes. Moved by his pain, I approached him to offer comfort, understanding the weight of his hurt for not knowing about their nefarious plans. "You seem to be packing," I observed, the room resonating with the tangible weight of his emotional turmoil. "I can't endure life in this pack any longer, I'm branded a traitor by all. It's an agonizing existence. I need to break free," he confessed, tears tracing creeks down his face, evoking an empathetic response from my own eyes.

She might not know what caused their beef but for Sadie to declare war with her own family, that means they've really done a lot to her. But.... how can her sister stab her? For what? Mia sighed glancing at Sadie, it's a real puzzle. Sadie was fighting with her inner self, she vowed not to let a tear drop because of her family again. But each time, she just can't hold the tears but today. She won't cry, not for Carly Sadie blinked the tears away without letting any drop. " Are you okay Sadie?" Mia asked worriedly, as much as Sadie is not a great talker, she doesn't like when she's silent.

I said not so sure of my voice. "Staz, are you alright?" she sounded very concerned. "H-he-e marked me Clo..." I let out with a trembling voice. A tear found it's way down my cheek. "I know, I'm so sorry Staz, no one deserves that." She cooed at me through the phone. My sister was so caring.

Whatever you do, do NOT pass out! Squeezing the jagged cut together the best I can with one trembling hand while trying to adhere the butterfly stitch proves to be nearly impossible and agonizing. Sweat beads across my brow as I carefully placed the last strip of a butterfly stitch over the seam of the bloody wound. It's still bleeding a little, but no longer gaping open on the side of my arm.

Maya “What?” Tears cringed my eyelids as I held the damaged necklace in my hands. What was I going to do now? “I’m so never drinking that amount of whisky again...” I rubbed my head saying. I didn’t regret kicking their asses though. It’s just that... my sunlight ornament had to pay for it now which was hurtful. “I hate when you cry, mate... please stop.” He stepped closer, saying. “How am I going to get this fixed? Delilah crossed lengths to have this made, and we aren’t anyway closer to her.”

I answered, loosing the last button on my shirt, I was in a changing room actually. “ training!? Sorry to pry but what training is that? " I rolled my eyes. “ it's a training for the fashion competition, I'm sure you must have heard of it." I said as I put my clothes into my bag. “ you can sew!? I never knew " she exclaimed, I'm pretty sure it was fake. Walking past her, I turned “ well now you do" I answered. I stopped when I saw the bracelets on her hands. “ isn't that for Terrance " I said aloud. Stacy looked startled and then checked her wrists, I saw her blush.

I shouted, sobbing. Styx pulled me and quickly locked me in his arms. My body instinctively moved to push him away, but he didn't budge. He hugged me tighter and whispered something I couldn't understand. "Shh, I'm sorry, please. I'm sorry, calm down, babe. I'm here, I'm here."

Occasionally, I would even hear her praying to the Moon Goddess to make my life miserable. I prayed for the same. For her. The familiar whirring sound of the machine sung to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. Like always, it worked like a charm. With every thread I stitched, my mind became clear, and the rage slowly flowed from my veins. The familiar lyrics that had accompanied me for as long as I could remember spilled from my lips in harmony to the tilting melody. "I must bear this in mind, My name will be lost, My face is gonna change,

My heart tore a little at hearing the uncertainty in her fragile tone. " Yes," I softly replied to her. " Whhoo whoo are you?" she stuttered out at me so fast I almost missed what she had asked. " My name is Steffon, my love." I could hear the air hitch in her throat the moment I called her my love. " YYYour voice sounds familar to me, do I know you?" she quietly asks, seeming that she was sure she already knew the answer to her question. " Yes, Sarah my love," her breathing became so irratic so fast I didn't have a chance to respond to her, before her cries echoed through the air encircling me with all her pain. Her broken voice ripping pieces from my heart at each word she