Dolor 소설 & 이야기

pain. I can't take it. I can't. It hurts. It...HURTS. It...HURTS! HuRt hUrT HUrt hURt HuRt hUrT HUrt hURt HuRt hUrT HUrt hURt HuRt hUrT HUrt hURt HuRt hUrT HUrt hURt HuRt hUrT HUrt hURt "Do you want it to stop?" It was soothing almost, making me desperate.

"Did you check my birth certificate or something? Nobody calls me that." "Maybe I'm not nobody." Dolores reaches for the pill bottle on the nightstand, shaking out two white tablets. "Here. These'll help with the pain." She holds them out with a glass of water. "You took three bullets. One grazed your shoulder, another hit your side, and the third..." Her fingers ghost over my bandaged thigh. "Let's just say you won't be riding for a while." "That I can handle." I down the pills, grimacing at the metallic taste. "What else? Was the rest of Lupe's trash taken out?"

Dorian sat in his chambers, leaning back in a chair, his body still recovering a little bit. His wound, though it had started to heal rapidly, but it continued to throb with a deep ache. His body’s accelerated healing process was a gift, but it was far from perfect, and the pain served as a constant reminder of how far he had pushed himself. His mother, Ulva, moved around him with grace, tending to the wound, her every motion filled with care and precision.

The tears that flowed down the corners of Doris' stinging eyes were her own helplessness. - You kill me. If I continue to be tortured like this, will you kill me, or how to make me like a madman, no longer feeling, no longer feeling pain? Doris's tongue was dry, her throat felt like it was about to burn, but she still tried to speak her mind. She knows how painful she is, her whole body is borrowed, it's not hers because the pain is tormenting her, her limbs are tired. A feeling of fatigue invaded her entire body, her mind was about to explode.

ONE MONTH LATER A sharp, pulsing ache clawed at Aria’s skull as she blinked her eyes open, the harsh light of the morning making her wince. Her vision blurred for a moment, and she let out a groan, every pulse of pain in her head like a hammer driving nails into her temples. She lay there, unmoving, feeling the world spin slightly around her. As her senses gradually returned, she became aware of another discomfort—a dull, persistent soreness in her lower body.

A solitary tear rolls down her cheek, carrying her foolish hopes and dreams away into the night. The pain was sharp and blinding, shooting through Deborah's entire body like electricity. It started in her chest as a tight, suffocating feeling of sadness but quickly spread to her limbs, making her muscles ache and tighten. As she lay in the darkness of her bedroom, tears streaming down her face and soaking her pillow, the pain felt unbearable.

she said, looking pissed off. Dad. Who still wasn’t here. If this bitch hurt him… A flash blew through the darkness, and Charlotte screamed. Murphy and Troy had bitten her and were sucking. I went to move forward and immediately felt a sharp stabbing pain in my gut. I went to cry out but my tiger wouldn’t let me. He was trying to fight it, but this wasn’t a normal healing method he could try. I dropped to the earth, unable to contrate and nearly fell into one of the large fiery holes still gaping. A loud, evil laugh bellowed across the darkness. David.

Lucas once again checked her pulse, it was weak and he knows that her body will soon give up. Lucas put his hands over Selene’s forehead, he closed his eyes and mustered all his powers. “Sanare Dolorem!” he yelled, with so much power driven by agony. His hands felt hot and painful like a thousand needles being punctured on his skin. It beamed in rays of blinding lights that enlightened the whole Domus Malum. A prolonged silence took over as the light slowly faded away, crawling back to his hands. Lucas fell down, he felt his head throbbed in pain as he groaned from the burning feeling on his hands. He used all his strength, fearing that it would not be enough

My brothers and Amber sounded confused and uneasy. "The doctor said there's nothing wrong with us," someone said with a frown. "But just now, it felt like I was being tortured to death." "I've never felt pain like that in my life." "Wait," another voice cut in, sharp with panic. "Why does it feel like it's starting again?" The anesthesia was wearing off. Pain bloomed once more. In the hallway, their voices shattered into screams. I lowered my gaze and pressed a fingernail gently into the edge of my bandaged wound. Pain shot through me.

“ Striker Skoldofr. ” And then, there was just pain. It was worse than feeling numb all the time.