Dolor 소설 & 이야기

“Alpha, you've got to stop thinking about her for now and focus on finding a donor. I know that you're hurt, but you're going only—” “Argh!” Dante groaned and gripped his stomach in intense pain. “Alpha, does it hurt so much?” Diego asked, feeling scared. He checked Dante's wardrobe and brought out some painkillers. He went to get some water for him. Diego gaze handed the painkillers and water to him. He could hardly take them without groaning and writhing in pain. Dante clutched his stomach and dropped his glass on the table. Tears forced out of his eyes as it felt like his insides were being twisted and ripped.

Dorian seemed to find delight in hurting his feelings. Tyler struggled to contain the sadness and unease that welled up inside of him. Eventually, a faint but persistent pain echoed in his brain. It made his heart throb painfully. Chris immediately took note of Tyler's evident distress. He asked with a hint of concern, "Mr. Larson, are you alright?" The pain in Tyler's head had escalated from something bearable to something excruciating in a short few moments. Dorian, who was next to Tyelr, turned pale.

But then something else cut through the comfort. “Sombra,” I gasped, a fierce, white-hot pain shooting through my lower abdomen. “Why does this hurt?” I was on fire. Strength comes with a roar, and weakness comes with a whimper, Sombra replied. I squeezed my eyes shut against the sharp, sudden cramps. “That explains absolutely nothing,” I wheezed. Sombra stood up and trotted a few paces away, then looked back. Get up, little cub. We have a long way to go.

Doreon narrowed his eyes, losing his grip on his sword, brought a hand to his abdomen feeling his guts twist again, groaned in pain and bent, resting his forehead on the blood-stained ground. The sounds around him came softer, as if everything around him was further away while an annoying whistle broke his eardrums. For a moment his vision blurred and he began to see black, while everything inside his body was torn and torn. He blinked several times, trying to get his sight back. No matter how much his body hurt or burned from the inside, he couldn't die without trying. Slowly he put his foot on the ground, holding his abdomen, while stretching a hand towards the sword, laboriously, he grabb

But it also caused me to let go of my mate. A sharp, stabbing pain courses through my body, and I double over, letting out a whimper I did not know that I could make. “Damon!” Malcom calls out, rushing around the desk. He is by my side, supporting me as he helps me to lie on the floor as the sharp pain comes again, stronger this time. “Damon, what is happening?” He asks, but I bite my tongue to suppress the scream of agony that threatens to spill. [Pain, like a thousand burning knives.] I answer through our link, feeling Malcom stiffen beside me. He lets out a string of curses before his eyes glaze over for a second.

he commented, cautious. "Yeah... I'll do that," she said, returning to her desk and sitting down. "What really bothers me is that I've had headaches for over two weeks now." "Have you taken any medicine?" "No. I hate taking medicine." "Sometimes you need to," he replied, seriously. Dolores fell silent, staring at the papers in front of her, and shrugged. --- Two days later, the discomfort came on stronger. Dolores was helping a customer when the boutique's lights seemed to become too intense. The conversations, once distant, began to mix. The scent of the customer's perfume, too sweet, made her stomach turn.

I needed to get out of here, and fast. As I tried to gather my strength and push myself up, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my head. My vision blurred, and I felt dizzy and disoriented. The world spun around me, and I collapsed back onto the ground with a thud. The pain was unbearable, like a thousand needles piercing my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the agony, but it only seemed to intensify.

DARIUS ⚪️⚫️⚪️ The pain was a persistent, gnawing beast in my ribs, a dull throb that flared into a searing inferno with every slight movement. I tried to shift, to find some comfort in the unfamiliar bed, but a soft hand on my arm stopped me.

Slap! As my mother-in-law Dora's heavy hand collides with my face, a searing pain shoots through my cheek, jolting my head to the side. A surge of redness flushes my skin, intensifying the agony. Struggling to maintain my balance, I stumble backward, eventually collapsing onto the softness of the bed behind me. Instinctively, my hand darts to my throbbing cheek, the pain radiating through every fiber of my being.