Stitch Sad Novels & Stories

"Don't torture yourself too long, sis. I do support you, but if you go too far, don't blame me if I later intervene." "It's safe, Rumi. Ma'am just wants to play with him. He thinks it's cool like that? Ma'am will make his life slowly tormented, slowly, but really painful." ***

And I'm all about her, too. I sang the song heartfelt, reminiscing the old times when I can still touch her, kiss her lips, make her laugh, take her to places where we can be ourselves, hear her stories, comb her hair with my fingers, stare at her beautiful face .. I miss all of it. And I don't see myself redoing all those things with another woman. I only want my girl, my Sadie. If not him, nothing else. So I'll wait.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

She asks more to herself than me. Maya feels satisfied though sad for the bond and friendship she is losing forever. A part of us hoped we would bring her back but this was the only way. She put her hand over bleeding neck and doesn't do anything to stop it. “ I am sorry it came to this Stacy. But I couldn't stay and watch while you hurt everyone like that.” I tell her. My voice is shallow as my body tries to heal from the damage that Stacy brought to my stomach. “ You are just a selfish bitch don't act like you are hurt by your actions when are rejoying in your heart. You are the worst friend I have ever had.” She coughs out blood.

◇DON POV◇ Months are passing like days, when we felt everything and we are happy, that's when troubles started adding one by one, liam gone crazy did a crazy act, which brought differences in our friendship and lamb lost her friend no matter how hard I try to make her happy, she is getting depressed continuously, I don't know how to make this girl alright, I'm feeling like I'm dying every second while watching her like this, I want her to be like before

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

The stubborn girl realized her mistake by the tears of Loathefiya. She smiled pacing to her and apologized, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to make her cry." She lowered Loathefiya's little hands and rubbed off her tears. Loathefiya looked at her with eyes of mist. The girl smiled nodding. On her head sides, she wore red ribbons tied as bow, around her two ponytails. Taking one off, she tied it beautifully on Loathefiya 's silky blue hairs at the right side, saying,

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't understand. When I rehearsed my speech in class, my classmates were moved to tears. Why wouldn't Mom listen to me? My speech was filled with the deepest adoration I could give her as her daughter. Eventually, Ms. Reed sent her the rehearsal video. I stood on stage, reading out the last part emotionally. "My mother works hard and often has to do the night shift. Everyone says she's unlucky, but I never think that way. She mends hearts. She helps the dead to leave this world in a presentable state and the living to say their goodbyes with a smile.

"I can't. I never, I don’t know how to –” "Thread the needle. In and out, over then down, snug but not too tight. Small stitches. You can do this." With hands that refused to stop shaking, she threaded the surgical needle. Took her three tries. The first stitch was torture. The needle bit through my flesh and I clenched my mouth tightly in order not scream. Tasted blood, fresh and metallic. "I'm hurting you." Now she was crying, but she pushed on. "Oh God, I'm hurting you."

, Damian said with a heavy heart and started telling her about his sister and her daughter, Scarlett. As Damian spoke, Stella listened intently, allowing him to pour out his emotions. She empathized with his sadness, recognizing the significance of the bond he shared with his sister. Stella offered comfort through her presence, letting Damian know that she understood the weight of his loss. In that moment, as Stella listened and Damian shared, they formed a connection that went beyond the physical act of bandaging a wound. Stella's genuine concern and willingness to be there for him created a space of solace and understanding, where Damian felt supported and heard.