Tell Me Where It Hurts Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His eyes raked over my body, looking for the damage that could be his doing. “Pain…so…painful.” I stammered, tears rolling down my cheeks. I gripped the cover of our bed in a desperate attempt to hold the pain. “Where did it hurt? Tell me so I can help.” “Everywhere,” I replied. My eyes failed to focus since the pain took over my focus. God. What was happening to me? “Explain, please.” He pleaded. His face turned several shades darker. “My bones, I feel like they are breaking. And hot…my body feels so hot.”

He refused to step away, keeping one large hand securely planted on my shoulder, his thumb brushing a frantic, soothing rhythm against my collarbone. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, taking short, ragged breaths, riding out the violent throbbing in my chest. "The pain is located in the center of the sternum?" Lynn asked, opening the heavy cover of the book. The brittle pages crackled loudly in the quiet room. "Yes," I managed to whisper, opening my eyes to look at the old woman. "Right where the old bond used to be." Lynn flipped through the thick, yellowed pages, tracing the faded ink with a long, bony finger.

I look at it and find a message from Chad. Check your emails, I sent you a link to the book you have to read. The text read. I put the phone down and grab my laptop. I check my emails and like he said, there's a link. I click on it and get comfortable on the bed. I spent the next four to six hours reading that I didn't realize it was dark outside. Thank God! The book only had thirty chapters, so I made my way to the bathroom. My muscles are stiff, and I could do with a hot shower right now. Pain shots in my abdomen, but I ignore it. Must be from not moving for hours. I strip out of my clothes and notice a stain of blood on my panties.

I feel a bit clumsy and dizzy, hurt and cry out in pain from her sudden attack. WTF?! I just read that information in the guidebook in front of the door.

This is where the second book ends (yay). I’m ending it here because I felt that the storyline was starting to get too long for one book. This means that there’ll be a third book, but (drumroll) it’ll be part 2 of this one. But I’m calling it Mates and Temptations because The Pains of Guilt Part 2 didn’t sound catchy. And as a special little something, I added a bonus chapter after this one and a little blurb about the third book. I don’t have an exact date for when I’ll release book 3 because when it comes to my writing, I hate deadlines (they make me rush things and it affects the quality of my writing). The only reason I had one for this book is that I already had a lot of chapters ready

Then she began. She read a passage from the first chapter—about the quiet kind of pain that teaches you how to disappear: “There are wounds so silent they make noise only you can hear. You smile in rooms that feel too loud, nod through conversations where your name feels foreign. You start to shrink without realizing it, folding yourself into corners like paper left out in the rain. And one day, you look in the mirror and wonder when you became so quiet, so good at not being seen.” Then a passage from the middle—about learning how to stay:

“What do you actually love about her now that you’re both grown and….” My words trail off. The spot in my head starts to really hurt—it feels like I’m burning now. I touch the side of my temple to mask the pain, but it only gets worse. Now I feel like my entire head is being set on fire, and I can’t keep being nonchalant about it anymore. It’s impossible. “Ow!” I complain as another wave of pain hits me. I get up abruptly, causing the first aid kit to come spilling out its contents onto the floor. “Oh, god, that hurts!”

I have to survive this. The only thought that keeps me going is that I’ll soon be leaving for school in New York, far away from this cursed pack and their cruelty. Just a few more weeks, and I’ll be free. I drag myself up, trembling as my bones crack and my tears fall again. My body burns where Lamen kicked me, a strange heat pulsing through that spot. It’s not normal, but somehow, it always helps me heal.

I couldn’t even do anything about it. So I stood, frozen in the entrance of the library, watching and hiding both as he continued down the sidewalk, until he eventually disappeared from my sight. I exhaled a shaky breath as new pain clawed into my heart. I clutched at my chest. Everything hurt. Why was this happening? Why did it have to hurt so much? And like Lilith had warned, it was getting worse. I needed to move on, the sooner the better.

Charlotte It hurts. Oh God.... It hurts. Master. Where are you? Michael... Momma... I'm cold... I'm so cold. They'll come. They'll come... Stay calm... The pain ripples over my stomach and I writhe, curling around myself as, inside, my body clenches and spasms... And with the contraction, my lungs pulse out another fit of coughing, racking my chest and throat. Oh God... Come soon... Please come soon...