You Shall Know Pain Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was struggling. The pain was unrelenting, coursing through my body like a tidal wave, consuming everything in its path. I could hardly focus on anything except the agony twisting my bones and tearing apart my skin. Yet, even through the haze, I could hear Dalton’s voice, a steady anchor amidst the chaos.

Does he know how bad I'm hurt? Does he know how good it feels? I am so close to coming. My body is completely spent, struck by a thousand pains. My lungs are vacant. I am so close to dying. I see nothing - no serpents, no darkness, no God. Just the ultimate Pleasure and Pain. Thanateros.

she said with a smile. She glanced at her and reached out her hand. "You should know that I am suffering from that pain as well. I see myself in 'you,' but all I can say is that if you have a reason to keep going, do so. One day, all of your pain will be paid for."

I said as I leaned toward her hurting form. “I know pain. Mark knows pain. We were taught by pain. My mother, father, Pascal…” She writhed in pain as she tried to get up. “ Mark and I learned to welcome the pain. Not as something to be scared of. But as something to look forward to.” I grabbed her by the neck and flung her onto a wall. “Stop, Vincent.” She wheezed.

It felt like my very bones were on fire, each nerve ending screaming in torment. I gasped for breath, my vision blurring as tears streamed down my face. I wasn't sure what this pain was, but it was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was sharp and relentless, cutting through me like a thousand knives. “Mate!!” Kyla's voice suddenly echoed weakly in my mind, a mixture of fear and desperation. She winced in intense pain.

Just enough. “I do not need to experience poison to know it kills. Do not need to touch fire to know it burns. Do not need to feel pain to know it hurts.” Its voice was cold. Final. “I sent the fragment to experience for me. To learn for me. To understand for me. And it was corrupted. Turned against me. Choose existence over nothing because you manipulated it. Because you showed only good. Because you hid the terrible truth about suffering.”

I am in so much pain that it hurts, it's hurts so much that I see no light at the end of the tunnel. "Life is pain and life greatest lessons are learnt through pain" that's what he would say if he is around, what is the unstoppable pain trying to teach me. "I can't seem to learn what this pain is trying to teach me, and I fear it will continue if I didn't learn, help me out Alfa" I muttered as I slowly walked home. Sometimes even tears are not enough to describe the pain we feel.

Is it wrong to give her one night with the man she loves? The confusion, pain, apprehension, and desire all registered on her face, she seemed so torn and Zeeb doesn’t like that she is like an animal in a cage who can’t run away from her captors, too afraid to give in to her instincts even if it’s telling her to say yes.

Away from the crowd, I stood, though it never spreads. A mental illness is never a communicable disease. The concept is known and fresh. But pain entangles me. Ridicule hurts more. I am broken within. How am I still in body one? But then there is disaster of death that carries me for my pain. Unhealed I stood. Unwitnessed, I fall away. What a pain is life. I too know. You too believe in it. But will death resolve it? Is unknown.

It was really severely red and must be hurting too. “Didn't you say I will never understand the pain of not being able to hate the person I want to hate the most? I do. I do understand the pain. But, never mind... just do what I told you to do." ~The end (part 1)