Tainted Sorrow Novels & Stories

The sunlight cuts through my curtains before I’m ready for it. I pull the blanket higher, pretending the world doesn’t exist. My body feels heavy, like I’ve run miles in a dream I can’t escape. The memories flicker back no matter how hard I try to push them away Ricardo’s breath, his voice, his touch on my body, the way my pulse lost rhythm. I should hate him. Or at least hate myself for letting it happen. Instead, I just feel… hollow.

The Hollowed Warden reforms. They stand there, solid again. Their suit is grey, but it’s a softer grey. Their eyes are not cold. They are deep, holding an ocean of a sorrow so profound it has passed beyond pain into a kind of quiet acceptance. They are restored. But they are now a being of Order and Sorrow. The memory of the love, and its loss, is now the core of their being. They hold the memory of a love that died for them, twice. Once through their own failure, and once by its own choice. The cost is written in the new, silent tears that track slowly down their cheeks. They are whole. And they are eternally, quietly, broken.

Silence. Then pain. Ancient pain. “You cannot pity me.” Hope pulsed softly. “Why not?” The corruption lashed violently through the bond. Black light exploded around the rooftop. The city trembled. “I AM WHAT REMAINS WHEN HOPE DIES.” The scream shook dimensions. The fractured sky split wider. The system flickered dangerously. The corruption’s true emotions flooded the bond. Grief. Endless grief. Not born from evil. Born from loss so absolute it consumed everything else.

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.

And in his surrender, he had taken her with him, dragging her down into the wreckage of his own choices. Tears finally began to fall, hot and cleansing, a testament to the depth of her pain. They weren't tears of anger, or even of regret for what was lost. They were tears of sorrow for the loss of her own innocence, for the crushing weight of disillusionment. She had been so certain of her path, so confident in the strength of their bond. Now, she was lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

The pain of his loss was overwhelming, shattering his sense of self as he watched the fruits of years of hard work go up in flames. Jasmine's eyebrows knitted together in sorrow as she watched him go quiet. His face turned into a grey mask, his eyes becoming like grey orbs. A wave of dread and sorrow washed over her, her heart thundering in her chest. She sensed a looming sadness in him, her heart sinking as she faced the impending doom. Her breath caught in her throat, a wave of sorrow gripping her in its icy hold.

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

And suddenly I feel it Not hunger. Not rage. Sorrow Infinite sorrow. The Hollow trembles violently. And for the first time in eternity The Devourer begins to cry too

I started each word released being a drop of water to burning anxiety. "They will never see your pure beauty because they're blinded by ignorance and stupidity. Is it really that bad? Isn't love something that should be treasured? What I feel for roses is more than just pleasure, it's emotions that cannot be measured. They scream it's just a phase that I will grow out of one day. They throw words of hate and then laugh at my pain, nobody is the same and how I feel cannot be changed. They say they don't acknowledge nor do you accept but I must live for myself," I finished the sound of applause earning a small sigh for me as I said a thank you removing myself from the spotlight, immediately ma

But then I realized… that wasn’t me anymore. A smile broke across my lips. “Yes.” As Moreno pulled me into his arms, Gustavo ran toward us, giggling, clutching a firefly in his tiny hands. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I knew we were exactly where we were meant to be. ******AUTHORS NOTE****** Dear Readers, From the bottom of my heart, thank you for sticking with me through every twist, heartbreak, and moment of fire in this story. Your love for Tainted Love and its sequel has meant more to me than words can ever describe.