Novel & Cerita After You Hurt Me 99 Times

"But Harper, if I recall correctly, when I was teaching you how to hold a gun, your heart was pounding louder than the gunshots." "Harper, you don't have to pretend to be strong in front of me." "I still remember how you cried and tripped down the stairs when you saw me writing love letters to Clara." He lowered his head, his nose almost brushing my neck, as if greedily inhaling my scent. "I know your secret, good girl." "You love me. You're crazy about me." Those words were like a rusty, sugar-coated knife, stabbing into my heart all over again. Yes, I had loved him once.

Sensing my resistance, he pulled me forward and quickly explained. “Mel has a blood blister on her calf from the burn. You’re giving her skin for a graft.” I sent him a stunned look and started struggling against his grip. Before I could utter a word, he slapped me hard across the face. “El! How long are you going to keep this up?! Mel’s burn is your fault to begin with. How can you be so irresponsible? She’s a woman. How is she supposed to wear a skirt with such a scar on her leg?”

I was about to hit the emergency call when my grip went weak, my phone clattered to the floor. Next thing I knew, I was out cold. Lost in a fog, I dreamt a bunch. I dreamt of Henry, regret all over his face, handing me divorce papers. I dreamt of him, our baby in his arms, cozying up with Melanie. Tears started streaming down my face, and they just would not stop. Through the blur, a warm hand kept soothing my forehead. A sip of cool water brought relief to my parched throat. Someone gave me medicine and wiped my sweaty brow with a damp cloth.

By the eighth strike, tears were streaming down my face, mixing with the drool from the gag while pain radiated across my ass in waves of heat, but underneath it was pleasure, a throbbing need that made my pussy clench on nothing. "Nine." I was sobbing now, my whole body shaking, but my fingers stayed dug into the sheets and I kept my head down, refusing to tap out or use my safe word. "Ten. Halfway there, baby." Fuzzy and floating somewhere between the fire blooming across my ass and the wetness gathering between my legs, my mind let the hurt and the pleasure merge until they became the same thing. "Eleven." I made a sound that might have been defiant if it wasn't so muffled and desperate.

I walked back to my desk, struggling to keep my head up after what just happened. The moment I got home that day, I kicked off my heels, slumping on top of my bed. Phew! Today was a very dramatic first day. My phone beeped from my handbag, and I sighed as I blindly reached for it. I knew Zoey was going to come at me for not making a GRWM video for her eyes to feast on for my first day. “Hello, I—" “I'm sorry. For earlier.” Liam's voice sounded, and my heart skipped a beat.

"We're out in public. Let's hurry on and get home." I turned my face away, pretending to be embarrassed. Meanwhile, I had balled my fists up so tight that my palms had turned red. It hurt really badly, both my hands and my heart. When I got home, I made something up to send Leta away. Then, I entered her study. Because I trusted her without reservation, she never guarded herself against me. Just a touch of the mouse was all it needed to light up the computer screen. What came up was a group photo of Leta, Zachary, and Anatalia as a family of three. It was such a painful sight that it made my eyes well up.

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

"How the hell am I an abomination? Tell me, you sick bastard!" Bastian didn't reply. He only looked at the full moon, then suddenly pushed me off the rooftop. His smirking face was the last thing I saw before I hit the floor with a loud thud.

Even in a coma she could recognise the voice. Lewis made his way past the crowd till he got to them. Andrea noticed there were more people in the lounge than a few seconds ago. What is going on? “Baby, she hurt me,” Allison whined and Andrea shook her head sharply and Lewis turned to her. “I didn't push her, I swear. I didn't hurt her,” she said in tears. “You are looking for every means to ruin me, right? Haven't you done enough? Thanks to these people for making this video live you could have hurt my wife.” Lewis said as he stood up.

However, she still muttered, "I'm sorry." I stepped forward and slapped her hard. "That slap is for all the times you've targeted me. And your apology? I don't accept it. I just never want to see you again." Then I turned to leave. Hayden grabbed my hand. "Sydney..." I raised my other hand and snatched up the clay jar. And right in front of Hayden's shocked eyes, I smashed to the ground.