You Shall Know Pain Novels & Stories

THE PAIN will make you yelp, whimper, and cry out loud. To torment, that was their work but it was like that the fate has reversed. The General didn’t see this coming, well at least he did not foresee this one to come this fast. A group of opponents entered their site without their knowledge.

Gasping for breath, I curled into myself, the intense pain engulfing every inch of my body like a merciless wildfire. "What the heck—? Ugh!" I groaned, my voice strained with the pain that gripped me. My muscles tensed, my skin prickling as if with needles. The torment was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I tried to focus on anything but the searing pain, thinking back to Rhea’s memories to find the origins of this pain. But I failed. I couldn't even think. The pain was too much! 'What's happening?' I wondered, concern tingeing my thoughts. 'Is this what Rhea experience everyday? Is she having a stroke?'

It really wanted to come out. “Dolor est hic. (The pain is here.)” A small ball of dark energy floated over to Erik and he looked confused as it slowly approached him. When it finally touched him the expression on his face changed quickly. He let out a scream of pain and he curled up into a ball on the ground.

Like he’d been fighting himself all night and losing. “You’re thinking about what you said yesterday,” she said quietly. Oliver didn’t respond. Again— answer enough. Ariana softened slightly. “You’re scared of becoming that person again.” This time Oliver did react. His expression shifted immediately. Not anger. Pain. Real pain. “You didn’t know me back then,” he said quietly. Ariana held his gaze. “Then tell me.” Oliver laughed once under his breath. Empty. “You really think hearing it changes anything?”

*Thorn* The pain is a dull throb now, a background noise that blends with the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I’m slumped in the chair, my body a marionette with severed strings, barely hanging on to consciousness. I can feel the bruises blooming across my skin, each one a testament to their cruelty. I know they’ll keep coming, keep pushing, until I’m nothing but a broken shell. But I will keep fighting, and keep my mouth shut. I can handle pain, I am used to pain… probably more than anyone else realises.

I guess her answer is clear enough is it not ? ' Maybe she doesn't know what mates are ' Cade whines . ' If she didn't know she would have asked . She really doesn't hold back from asking questions , you know . ' Pain should be voluntary . However , it isn't . No matter how much you try to ignore it consciously , no matter how much you convince yourself that you don't care . Your soul knows better and it makes you suffer for it . It makes your heart beat and clench painfully , punishing you for what can never be yours . Perhaps it's meant to be this way . It may be for the best .

All the thoughts flow freely right through me, I'm a walking encyclopedia, the one who knows it all, I'm the knowledgeable chosen one. I stopped trying to feel or move anything anymore because it just kept on increasing the pain I felt and horribly, I couldn't react. Imagine being in so much pain and not being able to react at all or help it. Pretty sure you can't imagine that because you're a spoiled brat and the most pain you've ever had to endure was a paper cut.

Pain is what I felt when my mom died of depression. Pain is what I feel when I see my mate with another she-wolf. Pain was what I felt when my heart twisted and my abdomen burned with intense fire. Pain was what I felt when my mate released into a she-wolf kitty. Pain was what I felt when the strikes of the whip came in contact with my skin. Pain was what I felt when Ethan abused me. The pain, the torture, the distress, the starvation, the bullying, the slavery, the misery.

he shook his head, “that is not pain; let me tell you what pain is. Pain is when you had an accident running after the woman you called mother, and all you heard in your consciousness was her telling you how sorry she was, something that haunts you every night because you woke up in the hospital hoping to see her but she was not there. Pain is when you had to live with unknown men who locked you up in a dark room filled with hungry mice who chew at your skin bit by bit all because you didn’t get something right. Pain is when you had to sit down at thirteen and let grown up women rape you and there is nothing you can do about it. Pain is when you are forced to kill an innocent child just beca

ANDREA Pain is the first thing I register as awareness slowly seeps back into my body. Every inch of me aches, a deep, throbbing reminder that I’m alive. I struggle to open my eyes, my lids feeling impossibly heavy. When I finally manage to pry them open, the world is a blur of white and muted colors.