There Is A Pain So Utter Novels & Stories

Pain exploded through her chest, sharp and bright and absolute. And then....

Searing, white-hot, mental pain. His pure, undiluted life force was like a star being pushed against something that was completely cold. It wasn't a fight between two opposing forces; it was an end. My emptiness shrank back, but his light *burned*. It was a pain that went beyond what my body could understand, a scream from the soul I no longer had. The universe was reminding me of everything I had lost in the most painful way possible.

The pain wasn't just physical; it was a violation of something sacred within her. As the pain persisted, Myla's body quivered, her fingers clenching into fists as she fought to endure the unrelenting torment. The burn felt as if it was etching itself into her very soul, branding her with an agony that defied description. Each moment stretched into an eternity as her vision blurred and her breathing turned ragged, the pain consuming her thoughts, her sense of self, and her ability to find solace.

The pain is suddenly overwhelming. I fall into darkness.

This pain. This excruciating pain is just too much for me to bear at this point. It's making me feel like I am dying. “Erin, what are you doing on the floor?”

Then, the pain hits. It’s like a thousand sharp knives stabbing into my body, burning everywhere. The pain is so intense, it takes over my whole body. I can’t breathe properly. I try to say something, but all that comes out is a painful gasp. The world goes dark again, and the voices start to fade away. I let myself drift, and the last thing I hear are broken words before everything vanishes. Only the pain remains. “Adrian!... Mikhail is still alive!” “God... cover his face...”

my mother shouts angrily, her words laced with disappointment and anger. The excruciating pain that courses through my body is relentless, unyielding, and all-consuming. It engulfs me, leaving me gasping for air, my lungs struggling to fill with each breath. The sheer intensity of the agony is overwhelming, as if a fiery inferno has been ignited within me, scorching every nerve ending and leaving me on the brink of collapse. In this moment, I am desperate for any respite, any escape from the torment that has become my reality.

He is in a panic, he don’t know what to do and he look desperate right now. But the most thing I hate with what I see right now is the guilt he has in his face. Like, there’s nothing I needed to ask. The answers are all written in his face. And it fucking hurts. “Babe…” “This explains the lack I feel when we are in that bed and doing it, huh? I thought it was me… I thought I have shortcomings and having problems with pleasuring you.” I hissed, trying not to let my tear ran down my cheeks. “But its not me, right? Heck, I’m not even sure if its women you want at all.”

A one simple emotion that causes all of this pain. *tttoooooooooooootttttttt* ...'Till I reached the end!

The pain was so consuming. I must find a way out of here.