Tell Me Where It Hurts Book Novels & Stories

There was just something about him that seemed to always draw my mind back before him. I was steadily still feeling the hurt inside of me like a burning tornado and there was nothing I could do about it. All of a sudden, a sharp pain renounced itself to my chest and I fell on my bed. Something inside me was hurting and burning up and there was nothing I could do about it. I was feeling every hurt from each angle. I closed my eyes and embraced the darkness, while also rolling on my bed.

I groan into the empty air, my teeth gritted and my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turn white. The movement reminds me of the agony that has been my constant companion since yesterday. I close my eyes, trying to find a rhythm to my breathing that doesn't hurt. Fuck, I think, my mind racing through the hazy memories of the previous night at the mansion. The pain doesn't fade quickly; instead, it settles in, spreading across my back in a wave of heat. It feels like thousands of gigantic needles are piercing my skin all at once, forcing me to breathe in shallow, jagged gasps as I try to endure the sensation. After what feels like an eternity, the fire in my nerves finally begins to calm

All of it was so confusing, I could not make sense of any of it. I started to feel a burning pain in my side. This was not right. Falling on a rock would not hurt this badly. I whispered Zack’s name, trying to get his attention. Something was wrong, but I did not know what. I heard Zack yell my name, but I could not respond to him. Suddenly, I was in Zack’s arms and the burning had subsided. Being close to Zack was making me feel better.

She steps closer, placing the book carefully on the bed beside me before reaching out. Her touch is gentle and clinical. There is no trace of the frantic sister from moments ago. Only precision and control. “Where does it hurt the most?” The question is simple, yet my throat tightens unexpectedly. Everything hurts. My ribs, my shoulders, the dull ache lingering beneath my skin like something heavy has settled inside me. “Here,” I murmur, resting a hand lightly against my side. “And this side of my face” Ariana nods once. She does not react or display emotion.

All I cared about were the precious memories of Leo which I had cherished but failed to protect. My fingers were stiff from the snow. But I didn't care. I picked them all and pulled them towards me. Then it was left with the tiny writing book that was far away. I breathed heavily the moment I moved to pick it up. An agonising pain shot through my whole body from my chest. I gasped and grabbed my chest where the wound was and pressed on the spot. I gritted my teeth with determination, then continued to crawl to the book, and the moment I grabbed it, I collapsed on the floor.

I reached blindly for the wall, my fingertips scraping against the wallpaper before I finally caught myself. I couldn't breathe. It hurt. God... It hurt so much, not my head, not the stitches pulling every time I moved, not even the deep ache spreading through my skull. It was my chest. It felt like someone had reached inside me and squeezed until there was nothing left. He needs someone who thinks the way he does...

The ache in my body was a slow, stubborn burn that flared with every breath. I hissed as I peeled the blankets away and forced myself to sit up. My ribs protested immediately, sending jagged pulses through my side. I touched the bandage just under my arm and winced. Nothing was broken, they’d said, but my body hadn’t gotten the memo.

It felt like too much effort, what was happening to me? oh I pushed him aside and took the hit, why?, why did I do that, all I know was I couldn't stand there and see him hurt, I moved without thinking, it must be the mate bond Hot, I felt hot, like I was burning from the inside, it spread under my skin like molten glass, burning and tearing through every inch of me. Each heartbeat felt like a hammer, driving the pain deeper. Breathing became a battle, every inhale worse than the last, something warm touched my face. Once. Twice. Again. I couldn’t tell if it was a hand or a dream, the pain became unbearable and i felt my eyelids became heavy

I grabbed my chest again, the part where it hurt badly. The wound was faint now, but right there, just on top my left rib cage was the mark of a past i would never outrun, a pain that would never fully escape me, no matter the number of painkillers i took. "Let's go." I instructed him.

ELOISE My body hurt all over. He had broken something. The sting surging to my brain like a radio signal was a dead giveaway. I also could barely move. I wanted to run. I just couldn't do it. No matter what I did, I couldn't move a single muscle. It felt as if someone had stuck needles into all my muscles with a blunt object and twisted them around until they were stretched tightly and painful beyond description.