Novel & Cerita Aku Mengalah Karena Cinta

"He took everything I gave him and—" I shook my head, swallowing hard, blinking back the sting in my eyes. "And he ruined it." She exhaled slowly. "I know." My throat closed up. "Then why does it still hurt?" "Because you let yourself love him." She squeezed my hand. "And love is never painless, sweetheart." I didn’t know how long we sat there. Didn’t know how long she let me just exist in the silence, in the wreckage of my own fucking heartache. But eventually, she stood.

I sat stiffly throughout, my hands trembling the entire time as the sound of gunshots replayed in my head continuously. I could still see Aguero’s bloodied face, the desperation in his voice. I was so angry, how could someone so ruthless speak so gently? When he thanked Aguero for telling the truth I thought it meant they were going to release him. Despite the fact that his reason made sense, was it right to kill someone for planning to kill you? That wasn't the law of America. But the Mafia didn't care about Laws, they operated with their own code which for some reason involved killing people for everything.

The frustration and desperation in his voice as he looks away is so raw and I crawl over to sit in his lap and take his face in my hands and force him to look at me. “I love you too,” I say and see sadness in his eyes as a tear escapes down his cheek. “How can you say that after everything I’ve just told you?” “Because it’s true. Because even though we have literally everything against us, I still want to try. I want to fight. Because this is worth fighting for; you’re worth fighting for.” “No, I’m not, Violet! I can’t give you a happy ending. It’s just not in the cards for me. My life is too messy. You’re already too involved. I’m not good for you. I don’t deserve your love.”

Her decision to run away from home at that time was completely wrong and Bianca began to think it would be better if she was fo rced into a forced marriage than accepted all this cruelty. ** Sinokmput

She was so beautiful, and she didn’t even know it. He sighed and closed his eyes. He realized he was doing what he had avoided all his life. He was falling in love. And he was falling for a woman he wasn't sure he would meet again.

I looked at him and his aqua blue eyes looked obscure and they had sadness in them. I know Eric was probably not lying to me, but I was still furious at him, so I stayed quiet until he apologized again. "Please Kee," he begged, and even though I still felt I have to leave if only I want to avoid heartbreak, because I know Eric still loves her even though he does not want to admit it to himself. Now I feel sorry for myself for falling in love with someone who is in love with someone else, and now I can’t even confess my feelings anymore because I already know what the outcome was going to be; which was getting rejected.

I sighed first then I completely revived my car and ran it along the road. How I wish I had a heart for Makki. How I wish I could give him a chance. How I wish my heart fell in love with him. But why is it difficult to teach my heart? I tried to like Makki because of his kindness, but why can't I force my heart? How I wish I could still love after throwing myself into Logan now because I don't think I have the right to love and be loved by others anymore after I dedicate my whole body and life to him.

It hurts knowing that the man you loved was destined to be with another woman, and that his mate would be from his race too and not an ordinary girl like me. “You can’t resist your mate. You can’t avoid her. Anytime soon you’ll start wanting her Akira,” I told him as tears fell from my eyes. Now I began to question things. Why out of the many people who can be werewolves in the world, why would it have to be Akira?

“It’s just… fun. You’re overreacting.” I stared at him, rage and heartbreak battling in my chest. “Fun? You’re my boyfriend! You promised—” “Promises are made to be broken,” he interrupted, smirk still in place. “And besides, you think I care what you think? You’re mine, remember? So you’ll forgive me eventually.” My hands trembled, my chest burned. I hated him. I hated myself. I hated that my love for him made me feel weak, small, trapped. And yet… a small, angry part of me wanted to fight back.

“I’m sorry… I can’t.” Glen stiffened. “Why? Is it because of that doctor?” “No,” she said quickly. “Doctor Vian is kind, but that’s not it.” “Then who?” Glen asked, gripping her hand tighter. “Is there someone else?” “I don’t love anyone,” Akiko whispered, her voice cracking. “I don’t even love myself. All I ever known is how to survive. I think… love isn’t real. Maybe it never was.” She looked away, tears gathering.