Think Suffering Book Novels & Stories

"It's better than I imagined . You are not actually mentally unstable , you are just scared and turn to have illusions of the people who caused you harm . This is termed as post traumatic stress disorder. It is a disorder that may occur to people who have witnessed or experienced a traumatic event .'' So what are we going to do . '' That would be a tale for another day.Right now i only have one question that is , what did you like doing before all this happened ?'' I loved to read. I remember reading Nancy Drew's stories and they were simply amazing. '' Really i love reading too . Why not give you a book to read and you would come and tell me what happened every day?'' That would be amazing

"This book is 'on going' and in the first stage of *EDITING*" "This book contains, strong language, abuse, cussing, violence and nasty things (maybe) read at your own risk".- Author. This book is written to inspire those who are having a hard time giving themselves the worth and love they deserve. 📝 Dear Bully, That girl you called fat; she's starving herself to death. That girl you called dumb; she's suffering from dyslexia.

***This Chapter Contains Mature Themes With Mention Of Abortion And Is Not Suitable For Viewers Younger Than 18. Please Skip If You’re Not Comfortable*** The concrete room had become a tomb of suffering. Sofia’s body, once resilient, was now betraying her in ways she could no longer ignore. The persistent nausea had turned into violent vomiting that left her dizzy and weak. The fever raged higher, burning through her like wildfire. Chills wracked her frame even as sweat soaked her torn clothes. Her vision blurred at the edges, and the simple act of breathing sent sharp pains through her ribs.

Sensual Content Ahead. 🔞 This Book may be triggering for some. It is packed with Loads of erotic content, BDSM languages and Matured content I suggest that you stay off this book if younger than 21. Chapter 1. “Your last illness was caused by a mental condition. I’m sorry, Miss Jasmine, but I’m afraid you have a brain tumor. It must be operated on before it worsens and affects your thinking.” A tumor. In her brain. It felt like a death sentence wrapped in sterile sympathy.

"Which is?" "That he understood what it felt like to want something so completely that the wanting itself becomes a kind of suffering." I moved into the aisle, closing the distance between us until I was close enough to see the cover properly, close enough that the warmth of him reached me in the narrow space. "Whether or not you ever get the thing." Carlisle looked at me for a moment with those storm-dark eyes. "That's not a comfortable reading." "No," I agreed. "But it's an honest one."

On the other hand inanna was sitting and crying Like a child , she didn't know how to react and what to do, her life is fully messed up Author provk Pain and suffering are strong, negative emotions that a person can feel at a time. Like happiness, pain and suffering can occur at any time. Right now inanna was crying badly she doesn't want this kind of life at all, she Was thinking of her life just then her door bell ranged up She wipe her tears and gets up from the bed, she went into the main door and opens it when she opens the door she

Though I'm confuse, I casually said, “This wondrous of a place usually empty. People forgot to pay a visit or to even got themselves immerse to the world that this wondrous of a place offer them with sincerity. I thought you are highly affected by such a failure of showing gratitude to literature coming from them?” His eyes couldn't actually intimidating but there's a melancholy that I didn't expected to seen. My statement just now goes awakwardly, and I chuckled as that to forgot my place on this unknown and strange of a place. I cough and turn my head to the shelf that offer a variety of book that looks bloody yet comforting. “Oh,” I gasped, not able to hide my awed. “That's a classic...”

I should've relished the revenge, but a small pang of guilt crept in when I saw tears running down Emma's face. "Okay, let's keep the crying in check for now." Beside us, Karl Zeller wiped his damp eyes and murmured, "Lene, come home with us."

I am going to fight it, perhaps I could open as new opportunities for myself and others; I could be a game changer. I sighed, turned another page of the book that was currently in my hand. I was trying my best to be immersed into the words of this book but instead I found myself being immersed into my thoughts. It belonged to the library I found a few days back. Finding the nearly stacked books across the selves, and the peace and tranquility that filled the air, allowed me to escape from those certain azure eyes. And it was the one place in the world where I could just dig into a book and let my imaginations run wild. Well I was trying to dig myself into the book, but the constant thoughts

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!