Romans & histoires Dolor

David stirred restlessly on the bed, his look flushed and irritated. “Well, I feel horrible; and my legs hurt a lot,” he told the doctor truthfully and Roslyn stared at ‘im pityingly because she knows the pain he’s feeling now is nothing to compare to the pain he’ll feel when the pills stop working. The doctor nodded his head understandably and asked David if he feels pain anywhere apart from his bandaged legs. “My arm hurt too but nothin’ compare to the pain in my legs.”

she was in the United states now, not her home country. Doflamingo started to smirk when he found Dora’s expression was still blank. He had asked the doctor once more to confirm the severity of Dora’s injuries. he had been told that the injury dealt to head would make it impossible for her to restore her memories. it was a permanent side effects. This meant that Dora won’t be able to remember who it was that she loved. This would make her fall from her easier.

"HEY, baby. What's wrong?" I looked at Lenos' concerned face. Lenos caught me in a bad mood when we met today during our break time. "Is it Miss Carlos again?" he asked. He was talking about my terror professor in Physics that I hated so much. I shook my head. Miss Carlos was absent from class today. "It's my dysmenorrhea." It was my time of the month and dysmenorrhea was fucking killing me. "I forgot to bring my painkiller."

The mistress just kept on wasting and grooving serpentine steps to the music from the headset. Dale was suffering the worst day of her life, a lioness hooked under a table, with no form of salvation. She knew by now that her acute legs were completely numb and were now cold, her neck hooked in broken range, she also felt severe pain in her stiffened back. Coming out of such a position would mean an hour nap of rehabilitation and by then Zoe would have brutally erased her existence.

"It's incomplete. Look at the whole thing, it'll make sense then." He bought up his other hand and I noticed a single word tattooed in the same font on his other wrist. My heart stopped. 'Dolore' I already knew what that word meant; Pain He placed both his wrists together so that the tattoo formed a single sentence; 'Ho ottenuto ciò che ho dato dolore.' "I got what I gave; pain"

Daria’s POV I woke up screaming. My body convulsed as another wave of pain tore through me. The bond, cracked and bleeding inside my chest, throbbed with an agony that had no end. Every breath felt like swallowing glass. “Daria, please. You need to drink something.” Mira’s voice was gentle but desperate.

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?'

I stood frozen, my legs trembling beneath me, unable to bear the heavy ache in my chest. My body felt numb, yet my heart pounded violently against my ribs. The world around me faded, leaving me lost in the overwhelming pain that tore through my soul. I glanced at Damien, who was watching me from the corner of his eye, rubbing his palms as if savoring every bit of my pain, a sly grin settling on his face. My fingers curled into trembling fists as anger, pain, and sorrow filled my body, making it hard to breathe.

Davis laughed and his family joined him. I feel like I turned to be a tiny particle, sinking down the ground. My head is spinning and I can feel my face heated from wrath. “Babe, we will get through this phase. I know I made a mistake and I lack at things with you but I promise to make it up for you. I won’t do the same mistakes again, let alone do things that will make me lose you. I love you, Lila. You know that.” I can’t speak. I wanted to speak but my anger is making me tremble that even my tongue was shaking. How dare him?!

I grunted, still having a hard time breathing through the pain. ‘Mate is hurt. We need to get to her,’ Dex whimpered. The pain in my insides feels like someone is clawing their way through my stomach. The burn feels like fire underneath my skin. Fuck this stupid paralysis. My fingers curled into my palms painfully as I gritted my teeth, trying to fight the urge to fall to my knees. ‘We need to find her. NOW.’ Dex growled. ‘We are practically useless with a bum leg,’ I growled back.