Stitch Sad Novels & Stories

The person Scarlett mentioned also had voice issues. "Dr. Willow, I know Sanctum Medical Institute has its own rules," Sadie continued, her voice suddenly turning tearful. "But my brother is really pitiful. He's been depressed and giving up on himself for years... I just can't bear it anymore. If you're willing to help him, I-I would do anything!" Her tears fell instantly, like they had been preloaded. Just as she was performing her emotional act- A cold, clear voice cut through the air.

he added. Felicity’s eyes lit up as she found hope. That this time, she would not be working as a stripper. Instead, she has a chance to work in a company. But when Felicity realized that she had no experience working in such an enormous company, her shoulders shrugged. She became melancholy. ‘Right. I shouldn’t be happy with what he said. I knew my capabilities. And working in a company is not my thing. I don’t much about paper works,’ she thought.

she knows what it means to be hurt yet, you can't cry it out. " You might not have someone to tell your problems to, they will not always be there for you compared to how available you always are for them but that doesn't mean you should sulk alone pilling your feelings deep within you" she takes in a deep breath, " release yourself from the stress and emotional trauma, let it out. Breath in and belief everything is fine, make them know you are alright but don't forget to shatter when you are alone 'cause that's the only way you can become strong again"

Felix’s scent is strong, indicating that he is somewhere in the room, but I don’t bother to look for him. I slowly move my hands to my lower abdomen, and I feel stitches. I gasp. A feeling of dread, fear and anger washes over me. Then, tears. I try not to show him that he finally got to me, and he broke me, but the tears roll down my sides to my ears. “Don’t worry, the stitches will fall off and you will be as good as new,” he walks towards me and stands next to the bed. He looks down at me, a faint smile on his lips.

It's not the first time I'm hearing the statement, considering how the word had gotten out some days ago to the public, the wedding is set to happen tomorrow, but it's clear my reaction to it is never right because when I do so, people stare like they don't understand why I'm giving such in the first place but I reply anyway, "Hmm." He stares, just like they all do, somehow lost all of a sudden, I wave my hand towards my door and that snaps him out of it, the male taking a bow before turning around and leaving. As soon as he's gone, I let out a sigh, trying to calm down the way my stomach won't stop churning. For the last few days, I have cancelled almost all my appointments, avoided the pap

"Stitch had a bullet wound in his hind leg, but it's been treated and bandaged. He won't be able to walk on it for a while, but he's going to be okay." A surge of gratitude swelled within me, knowing that both Stitch and I had survived that harrowing night. However, guilt still gnawed at my heart. "I'm so sorry, Abaddon. I must have put you through hell. I shouldn't have insisted that you go home. I should have listened, and…" Abaddon's fingers tenderly brushed through my hair as he spoke in a soft, reassuring tone. "Lia, none of this is your fault. You couldn't have predicted what would happen."

'You know I want you it's not a secret I try to hide, I know you want me so don't keep saying our hands are tied, you claim it's not in the tide', Running a towel through my wet hair, I walked out of my bathroom and followed the sound of my ringing tone, it was from my favorite movie, 'the greatest showman', my phone lay on a side of my bed, I sang along as I picked the phone up and answered the call, it was my mum. "Hey mum what's up", I dressed as I spoke, "Your sister wants to talk to you", I could hear her tell my sister to calm down as she handed the phone over to her "Hello Bree, how are you? I miss you so much", Diane's cute little voice filled my ear, "I'm fine, how are you feeling n

Some of the stitches, God, someone stitched him, are ripped clean through. I pour a slow stream around the wound. Adrian flinches, shoulders tightening. “Sorry,” I breathe. “Just do it,” he mutters, voice low. I clean carefully, terrified of touching the inside. Even the air on the torn flesh makes fresh blood gather. I cut thin strips of tape, my makeshift steri-strips, and try pulling the edges closer as he instructs. They align only halfway, trembling under my fingers. I want to ask so much, how he got this, where he’s been all these days, why he left, if he even wants me. But I can’t. I’m too afraid he’ll leave me again.

"I'm sorry for staining your cloth," Sorcha muttered after a while of her crying, sitting up and adjusting her dress. Starr sighed, trying to not let her emotions get the best of her at that point in time. Her crying or showing a bit of weakness, wasn't going to make the situation any better. "Go bath, you stink," she had muttered, hopefully trying to lighten the mood and get herself together, also trying to get Sorcha to actually go have her bath.

Isaac suddenly contorted his face in raw pain and sadness, as if something deep had been triggered within him by Adrian's words. In that instant, Isaac became distraught, tears flooding his eyes. "What's wrong?" Adrian asked, concerned about lacing his voice. Isaac inhaled deeply, his chest trembling with emotion. "Just reminds me of my sister who is lost," he said through an agonizing voice. The words seemed to echo, a sad remembrance of the deep scars that Isaac had within himself.