Stitch Sad Novels & Stories

"How long have you been in pain?" Her sisters help her stand and she comes over to me. "A few hours...I think one of my stitches might have torn." I get up, and lift her shirt to look, and surprisingly enough, one of her stitches had come loose. "Why aren't these dressed, Maria?" "Because we made a video to show others how strong she is, despite her battle scars." Camilla answers. I shake my head. "I'll call Sebastian...I want him to see this, and make sure you don't risk infection....meanwhile, your going to lay down on your stomach, on the couch, while I make some breakfast."

She screamed. "But Adam killed my sister!" I blurted again, no longer in control of the words I was speaking. "Adam is the guy that impregnated Judy! And he gave her the wrong abortion pills, Emily! He did all that just to get back at me! He did that just because I love you! Just because- "

What if something happened? “Something already happened. You lost the baby.” Santos said softly. Yeah, for a few days I was so excited to be a dad again. And now that was gone. But we could always try again. Lily came out with a lot of stitches in her stomach, but they would heal. There would be no scar. Well, at least not one you’d could see. “Thank the Goddess you’re okay.” I said as I hugged her. “Careful Os, this hurts a lot. Weirdly more in my chest than my stomach.” Lily said, looking pale and tired.

He seems to have become moody now, maybe as a result of his surgery. "Wait, why does my head have stitches? How many stitches is it?" He asks frustrated and annoyed. "Ah! Because you know bro, you didn't just get a simple bruise. Your head hit the stairs so they need to remove the blood clots and sew." I explained to him like I was talking to a kid when I knew he could understand fully, but because of his surgery, he became sensitive and moody. "What?" He blurted shocked.

The stitched gashes were the exact opposite of healing: the jag- ged openings were purple, red, and yellow—completely inflamed; the stitch-work looked to be tearing at the seams; the veins in the immediate vicinity were the color of the inkiest black. Eliza’s sobs shattered the silence into a thousand shards of bro- ken glass. “But . . . b-but . . . how?” She barely managed to get the words out through her rasping, labored breaths. “Robert, this is far worse than any blood poisoning I have ever

“But—” “No, Tamrin. You’re the one who needs to stop. You made me see Celeste as some monster, and now, you’re just flipping back and forth with whatever story suits you. If you’re so obsessed with her life, maybe it’s because you don’t have one of your own.” Her words sting, cutting through all my anger, leaving me standing there speechless. I open my mouth, but no words come out. Sadie watches me, her expression a strange mix of pity and disappointment.

I stuttered. "Zachary killed my sister!!"

Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one final message through mind-link. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever my Mate Bond with you." And with that, I cut the mind-link.

I winced, a sharp pain ripping through my chest as I felt like my heart was being ripped in two. Kira jumped while she finished the last loop of my stitches, frowning. "Oh calm down, it's just a needle. I'm almost done." I shook my head, fighting the urge to scream my lungs out. "N-No... it's not... that..." suddenly, a wave of sadness and rage invaded my body, tears rising at my eyes. "I don't know... what's happening..."

Mystique cried and circled her arms around his waist. "Am sorry" she apologizes, soaking the other's shirt with her tears. She would have lost their child for a mare misunderstanding....how stupid of her.