Think Suffering Book Novels & Stories

I was to get pregnant and then be killed by Bas. I had accepted my fate. My life was short, but it was well-lived, and for that, I was grateful. Walking out of the bathroom, I dressed and tied my hair into a messy bun. Sitting on my bed, I picked up the only book Darius had left me. Of all things, it was a geography book—a cruel irony in his claims not to let me die of boredom. I flipped through the pages, trying to focus on the text, but my mind wandered. The stark white pages were a contrast to the dark, suffocating thoughts in my head. Each page turned was a reminder of my confinement, the walls closing in on me.

I tried to grab onto the edge of his desk but my hands slipped when more went into me. I gritt my teeth and used all my strength to use the desk to help me stand up. I fell into the desk and used it as a way to hold myself up. The fog that was now out of control was making loud noise. I had to push the book in front of me so I could get it to stop. I quickled tried to skim the page and ignore the pain that was now shooting through my head. Nothing was useful. It just explained that the soul was too powerful to use this book and things would be disastrous. That was obvious by what I was seeing right now. My heart dropped when I skipped to the end so I could find a way to fix this problem.

And I certainly won’t want that not until I read enough books to get rid of my sorrows. “ How could she do this to me?” I squat in front of the book, tore into two parts. It is as though my heart…life was torn into two parts. I picked it up, as it was soaking with my tears. “ What is wrong with Sage lately?” she was gradually behaving like Lisa, heartless, manipulator.. best at being the victim. Wiping my tears, I tried to fix my book myself, but one thing I am sure of it would never remain as it was.

Who knows what he would manipulate me to think in here. “You’re crazy,” I hear myself saying. Thought doesn’t react the way I assumed he would, not appearing offended at all. He simply loosens a deep breath, backing up a few steps to one of the stacks of books against the wall, looking at the spines as if they actually exist. I have to remember that nothing around me exists. Thought isn’t someone who I can touch, and feel real sensations. Even if I did, it would be a simulation. A terrifying one, too.

I asked her as gently as I could, and she nodded. "Yep," She said, and I knew she was getting tipsy. "It is a banned book I found on the internet while researching my mental illness," she said, slurring her words. "Mental Illness?" I asked, and Philip looked at me. "She means when she started picking our frequency and seeing things in that dimension," Philip cautioned me, and I felt stupid. "So this book, what does it say?" Philip asked, and I knew he just wanted her to relax.

She snatched the book from Zahir. That was the first time I was having a clearer look at the book, “but it’s so beautiful… Can I see it?” “S-sure. Here,” she handed me the book. As soon as I touched the books, there was a sharp pain in my head. My ears went numb for a few seconds, but in those few seconds I heard agonising screams, screeches that could tear a soul, cries for help, shouts all mixed and ringing in my head. Some strange images flashed in front of my shut eyes of something that looked like a massacre.

*Content warning* This chapter contains sensitive content (abuse/assault) that some may find triggering or upsetting. It's not graphic, but I advise you to skip this chapter or read it at your own risk. I stare out of the window at the gradually dimming sky. The sound of the rain hitting the window and the distant rumble of the thunder was soothing. It gave me something else to focus on, other than the ache in my body, my wrists' stinging, and the crippling fear that had my heart racing a mile a minute. I didn’t think I would see daylight ever again. The scary part is that I was okay with that. In fact, I was welcoming it. I gave up fighting after the third time. I begged them every hour to

“Because of me.” “Because of you.” Theo’s voice was strained. “I’ve been fighting it since I saw your car. Now I’m standing here with my cock throbbing, thinking about how wet you probably are under that dress.” Elise’s thighs squeezed together again. Fresh wetness leaked from her pussy. She could feel it coating her lips and making the thin fabric between her legs damp. “I am wet, talking about this… your hand on me… it’s making me drip.” She confessed. Theo groaned softly.

I took the book up, and with the ravaging anger that lives within me towards this book, I tried throwing the book to my door. As the book was about to hit the door, it got itself suspended in the air. Looking at the book suspended in air, I started growing phobia in myself, my feet are not stable anymore as I know this is not a matter of gravitational force but a matter of dark souls that lives in the book. The book instead of hitting the door and fall on the floor, started moving toward me. My room is in the second stairs as my house is a two story building. Right behind me is the window and I have no idea of what to do, as am about to reach the window the way the book approach me.

It was a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced before—like waves of light and sound merging to form a symphony of understanding. As the process unfolded, Danial's headache intensified, and he instinctively reached up to his temples, his fingers gripping his hair. It was as if his mind was being stretched and expanded to accommodate the influx of new information. The words of the book became more than just words; they were threads of knowledge weaving themselves into the fabric of his being.