You Shall Know Pain Novels & Stories

Giovanni challenges. "And I will love you so deeply that you will regret causing pain to me." Everly challenges back. "Time will tell who's going to win. Pain Or Love." Giovanni says before storming out of the room leaving Everly all alone.

I added. "And real pain." He continues. As if he knows what actual pain really feels like. "You don't know how real pain feels." He says seriously but he's staring at his wound. __________ SFTC: Only Hope - Switchfoot

Kaia's POV Pain was information. I had taught myself this at fourteen years old, in the earliest days of training alone in the dark when everything I knew about fighting came from watching the pack's warriors through gaps in the training yard fence because I was not permitted to be on the other side of it. Pain told you what had been damaged and how badly. It had a grammar, if you were patient enough to listen — sharp meant acute and immediate, deep bone-cold meant structural, burning meant muscle fiber, the particular nausea of impact meant something had moved that was not supposed to move. You did not panic when pain arrived. You listened to what it was saying. You identified what you coul

“You are not? But I took the pill and…" “I understand that the pain you're in is unbearable and if I were in your shoes, I would have probably done the same but it's not good for you, Kiara. I know it helps with the pain but you are going to have to be able to withstand the pain on your own. Don't worry, I'll be right by your side holding you hand. If you need to hurt someone to lessen your pain then hurt me. I want to share your pain with you"...

My white paws thudding to the ground as I landed not-so-gracefully on the ground. After I jumped out of the window, I ran into the forest and looked at the open window. It was still open and it was like nobody noticed my appearance or disappearance. I looked at the window one more time and then ran into the woods. I was running when I felt pain in my back legs. It started from my back legs, travelled to my thighs and then to my stomach. I skidded to a halt, rolled forward and hit my face in the dirt. I keeled over as the pain from my stomach went to my chest then to my front legs. Transforming back into my human and clutching my abdomen, I started screaming. I couldn't do it, I couldn't keep

I asked confused "Didn't you want to die?" “It’s enough to know that you will die to realize that you don't really want to, you know?” He explained "Shits of life, boy. If you don't want it, you receive it anyway, and when you want it, then you screw yourself because the train has already passed.” “Aren’t you in pain?” I asked trying to digest all the information. "You have no idea how much it hurts, kid.” He stated with a rueful grimace, "But you know what? Pain keeps me on my feet, helps me live the life that I have.”

But before I could reply she continued. “Do you not know how painful the pain was when you experienced it? Do you need them to tell you how painful it was? And give you permission to feel it. You don't need it but you want it. Because you believe, you will feel better when they acknowledge what they put you through.”

Pain… I know pain. I know how it feels, how it can twist and break you until you’re nothing but fragments of who you used to be. I’m shattered, and I can’t be fixed. Happiness is fleeting—whenever I think I’ve found it, it slips through my fingers, leaving me even more broken than before. Have you ever been in a place where you can’t cry anymore, even when you desperately needed to? When the tears just won’t come, no matter how much you want to let it all out?

he finished so now it was my turn. “Yes, you are right I know nothing of these things you mentioned and neither I’m interested in knowing them. What difference will it make? Will I be able to meet my mom after knowing them? Will they make by pain lesser, or maybe if knowing them can help me hate you less?”

My body hums, every nerve awake. For a moment, no one speaks. I listen to their breathing. I can hear the faint hum of electricity. Somewhere far beyond the house, the ocean crashes against the shore, steady and indifferent. Then I look into Jackson’s hellish eyes. And I know. With sudden, brutal clarity. I’m going to suffer. Today, on this dull November morning, in a sweaty basement gym, I’m going to be in pain. Real pain. The kind that lingers.