Dolor の小説・ストーリー

But the fear for his life is a physical weight that suffocates me. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, a fresh wave of tears threatens to fall. My eyes feel severely swollen, throbbing with a dull, rhythmic ache. They are still deeply bruised and recovering from Darius’s heavy punches, and the crying has only made the inflammation agonizingly worse.

She pounded her fists until they swelled. Days must have passed. Her stomach cramped violently. The water began tasting metallic, stale. Her head spun each time she stood. Then came the pain. It tore through her abdomen with a severity she hadn’t felt before. She collapsed against the wall, clutching her stomach as blood began to trickle down her legs. “No,” she whispered. Her body convulsed in waves of agony. She crawled to the shower stall, turning on the water as blood pooled beneath her. She cried silently this time. Not from fear—but from knowing. Her body was rejecting the baby.

“No one is taking you from me. Do you hear me?” Blood seeped through his fingers as he applied pressure to her wound. Olivia’s head swam. The pain was unbearable, but worse than that was the look in Victor’s eyes. Raw. Terrified. She had never seen him like this. “I…” Her words died on her lips as darkness crept in. The last thing she felt was Victor’s arms tightening around her. Then…. nothing. Pain. That was the first thing Olivia felt when she regained consciousness. A dull, aching pain spread through her side, but it was nothing compared to the fog of exhaustion clouding her mind. Her body felt weak, heavy, as if she had been submerged underwater for days.

But I wasn't done yet. I whispered more hoarsely, "Still not clear?" It was easy to touch the back of her body that my bodyguards said was like a Spanish guitar. It was true, solid. "Besides, it's not necessary to break into the hole." I patted her gently, then gripped the core of her covered by the short skirt. Milly moaned in my ear. Instead of being sexy, I shuddered in horror. Well, I guess her skirt is still relatively short for the customs here. Especially since the pink color is eye-catching.

Even the bouncing moonlight on the water seems annoying. It's not the moon's fault, it's because of Dahlia. Nothing hurts more than the pain your mate can give you. I wouldn't have believed it if someone told me I would fear pain three months ago, but now I have seen it with my own eyes. Every time when she disclaims me, when she throws cold words at me, when she just shoots me cold glares in silence, it hurts. It's like someone is trying to pull my heart out of my throat with all the blood and flash attached. It's an excruciating pain that reaches all the nerves I have and will never stop.

With a defeated groan, I crumpled to the floor, the agony radiating from my stomach like a spiderweb, spreading through my entire body. Time seemed to lose its meaning. Minutes stretched into hours, or maybe it was just seconds, an eternity of excruciating discomfort. I drifted in and out of a feverish haze, the pain a constant companion. Just as I thought that I couldn't take it anymore, a wave of dizziness washed over me, and blessed oblivion claimed me.

"What” “Just curious how many girlfriends of Spin’s past it took for you to know what I needed”, I say. He scoffs and says, “none! My mother suffered from Dysmenorrhea. She would cry in the tub the same way you were just curled up”! “What’s that?” I asked him. “It’s when a woman has heavy painful menstrual cycles because their body produces too much prostaglandin, so the uterus contracts more than it should”, he explains. “Wow look at you, all medical”, I joked.

Eden Monroe. As Dorian's teeth sank into my skin, I let out a muffled cry of pain, feeling a sharp, searing sensation coursing through my veins. It was as if every nerve in my body was on fire, and I could feel my skin being torn apart under his powerful jaws. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to endure the agony, my body writhing beneath his unyielding grip. It was a pain unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I couldn't help but let out another whimper as I felt him draw blood.

We don't know how he found it but he did and has been driving Kennith cray with his persistence on begging him to teach him how to throw. Last night I found Ginny in here with three small daggers, tossing them at the target then stomping his little feet to retrieve them when he missed. "So the medicine will be on a timer and automatically be administere, I'll be back in two days to either change the doses or leave it as is depending on how you feel" the doctor tells Nina while gathering up his bag. "Remember this isn't a cure it's a way to help keep the pain at a minimum to allow you more freedom to move around and be present" Nina and I thank the doctor then I escort him out.