Novel & Cerita Broken In Tagalog

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

I can take this beating. The entire time Maximus is hitting and kicking me I don't make a noise. Not a whimper or cry. He will not get the benefit of hearing me in pain. I can tell at this point I have a couple bruises on my face, a split lip, and atleast 3 broken rbs. I'm starting to pass out from the pain of the repetetive hits.

The glass shattered against Thalia’s arm, at napanganga siya sa sakit nang magka-embed ang mga piraso ng baso sa kanyang balat. Thalia staggered back, clutching her arm as blood began to seep out. Ngunit bago siya makapagsalita, bumukas ang pinto at pumasok si Asher. Mabilis niyang sinuri ang sitwasyon, his gaze flicking from Thalia’s bleeding arm to her mother.

Dahan dahan siyang naglakad at sumandal sa gilid nito. Where on earth am I? I mean. They speak tagalog and looks like Filipinos so I guess, I'm still in the Philippines right? Somewhere na parang alam kong napaka-pamilyar. Oh my god, Manila? This is Manila right? Parang pamilyar yung mga buildings na nakatayo dito. So that means, Pasig river 'to tama? And this brigde.. MacArthur Bridge? Uhm no. Santa Cruz bridge yung nakalagay. How the hell—

Biglang lumambot ang reaksyon nito nang makita ang mga luha sa mata niya. Muli itong lumapit and this time he hugs her tightly. He feels defeated and broken, "I'm so sorry baby." He rubs her back making her cry louder, "Please don't cry... nabigla lang ako." Binitawan siya nito at masuyong hinawakan sa pisngi, "Please..." he said pleadingly with his tears flowing down on his own cheeks but he tries to fake a smile, "Nabigla lang ako... sorry." He kissed her in the forehead, "I didn't mean to shout at you... sorry baby... please don't cry," paulit-ulit nitong pakiusap habang hinaplos-haplos ang mga pisngi niya upang mapatahan siya.

Pagod na pagod ng tumatakbo. Umiiyak sa sobrang takot... Sa bawat bato na napapatid ... Nadadapa...tumatayo parin ako at tumatakbo hangang sa di ko na nakayanan... Hinayaan ko na ang sarili ko para mahuli nila... "Kiara!" Pagmulat ko... Naramdaman ko ang sakit ng malakas na suntok... Natuluyan akong matumba. Natigilan ang dalawa at nagulat.

I’m going to use Tagalog instead. Nag-iisang pag-ibig ang nais makamit yun ay ikaw Nag-iisang pangako na di magbabago para sayo San ka man sana'y maalala mo Kailan man asahan di mag kalayo Tanging ikaw lamang ang aking iibigin Walang ibang hiling kundi ang yakap mo't halik I looked at him and he did the same but I turned my sight to others. Hindi malilimutan mga araw natin kay sarap balikan

Only one person could answer our questions now. “N-Ninang?!” Note: Ninang is the tagalog word of ‘Godmother’

His words struck harder than any blow, sharper than any blade. Punishment. The syllables reverberated in my chest, tearing through bone and breath until I could barely feel the ground beneath my feet. For a moment, I forgot the blood on his shirt, the fight that still echoed faintly in the night air. I forgot the car that had just vanished into the shadows. All I saw was him, Kenneth Diego, standing before me like a broken monument. His chest rose and fell, each breath ragged, like the words had ripped something out of him too.

Hindi nga lang totoo. "Ah ok po" nagpaalam na si Marc at agad bumalik saamin "Ayos ba?" Tanong niya at ngumisi. Agad ko siyang binatukan "Shunga ka talaga" "Ouch naman" reklamo niya at hinimas ang ulo. "Tignan mo si Tita mukang badtrip. Diyan ka ba nagmana sa pagkabipolar? Mukang mananampal eh" aniya kaya napatibgin ako kay Venice na nakakunot ang noo