Upon The Tainted Sorrow Book Novels & Stories

she sounded deflated, causing the mood to slowly turn sour. To make her feel better, I pushed her plate of cake closer to her, hoping it would switch the mood in the air. “You should have a bite. The taste will make you feel better” I offered and I watched her smile return after she tasted a spoonful of the cake, her eyes instantly brightening up. “This tastes so good, Alex” she told me, her eyes wide with glee as she fetched another spoon and I smiled, proudly shrugging my shoulders while I watched her enjoy the pastry.

“Tsk! I’ve been thinking about it and I realize that I couldn’t miss this for the world and books.” An echoing footstep sounded. With the smile and the sinister one that they both knew and recognize from him. Arthur came, now sitting beside HIM but only temporarily. For his shard existence and his very soul is about to be place back to where it should belong. But not until his tainted heart and a bit is cleared. “You do know more than anyone that, you should be pure and without any flaws, right, Arthur?” “Tsk! You do not need to remind me of that one. I am currently doing it as we speak, besides, one thing that I can assure you right now. Before the death festival starts and the book will op

As if he realized what I was thinking now, in his desolate and weeful image, holding the body of the woman who could never be yours. There was a slight stamp, and my arms were released from that mass of melted stone that the tomb seemed to have become, and I turned my eyes to the tomb that crawled alone to the side, revealing a book with a golden and red cover and with words in a foreign language engraved on the page itself. I took the book and walked away, feeling my head heavy and my eyes wet by the tears that undoubtedly rolled down my face. Lilith was still there, standing in front of the tomb, but now she smiled slightly and her blond hair flowed around her as if a ghost wind hit her.

“How do you know he has this book?” “Had,” I corrected her. “I stole it from him and hid it.” “Can you describe this book to me, just so I can confirm it is the same book?” It was a fair request so I described it. The light expression and twinkle of humor that had been in the girl’s face disappeared. “That book was supposed to have been destroyed. Caius said he had it destroyed after that night,” Sara said, frowning then some strange light flashed in her eyes. “Where did you hide it? I would like to look at it. Maybe some of it’s evil can be undone. I could perhaps fix your mate for example. ”

But it bore a tattoo—a sigil Maya had seen before, once carved into a drowned body the trench spat up during the first war. It read: > “Testament of the Tide-Forsaken.” --- They found the vault behind a curtain of sea-thread. A stone altar, overgrown with memory coral, pulsed at the room’s center. And resting on it: a book. No cover. No binding. Just pages formed from the stretched skins of those who’d survived too long underwater. Maya reached out. The book opened itself. No wind. No touch. Just will. Inside, words carved in bleeding ink appeared:

The tears were unrelenting, pouring out as if they could wash away the agony she felt. My heart ached, seeing her like this. Her love for Vincenzo was profound, and now that love was transformed into an ocean of sorrow. Anya was such a bright soul, a source of light even in the darkest times. Why did life always seem to find a way to cast shadows over her?

And suddenly I feel it Not hunger. Not rage. Sorrow Infinite sorrow. The Hollow trembles violently. And for the first time in eternity The Devourer begins to cry too

The roar of the SUV engines fading into the distance left a silence so heavy it felt like it was pressing against Serena’s lungs. She stood in the center of the dimly lit study, the ghost of Victor’s pulse still thrumming against the pads of her fingers. She looked down at the desk. The discarded tissues, stained with his crimson blood, looked like macabre rose petals against the dark mahogany. You keep forgetting what I am.

⸻ Because he kept choosing people over destiny. ❤️ ⸻ 🌙 The Unfinished Story The woman looked down at her book. ⸻ For the first time… Sadness appeared in her eyes. 💔 ⸻ “There’s a problem.” ⸻ The library grew silent. ⸻ Everyone felt it immediately. ⸻ Something was wrong. ⸻ Very wrong. ⸻ 🌙 The Final Book The unfinished book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Words appeared across its pages.

Chapter 3 Lila’s POV Tears were already spilling down my cheeks, hot and messy, mixing with the sweat pouring off my face as Mateo’s thick fingers kept pumping in and out of my dripping hole. The pleasure was too much, slamming into the shame that sat heavy in my gut, and it all cracked open at once. I broke down crying hard, my whole body shaking while his mouth hovered so close to my soaked pussy lips that I could feel his hot breath teasing my swollen clit.