Cant Hurt Me Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

And before I knew it, the words poured out of me like water bursting through a dam. Vincent, you’re too wise for your years. I worry about that. I hope you never lose that little smile when you’re proud of yourself. Xavier, my sweet boy, I still remember the way you laughed when I made that silly pancake face. I hope you’re still laughing. My chest ached as I kept writing, but the boys weren’t the only ones bleeding onto the page.

I whispered to myself, my mind seething with rage. He thought locking me away would break my spirit, but that's where he miscalculated. I had discovered my inner strength when I lost my mother. Now, I finally understood the truth behind the quote: "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Every challenge I faced, every obstacle I overcame, had been shaping me into a brave and resilient person. With my back against the wall, I knew it was time to fight back. But my thoughts drifted away from my determination, and I found myself reminiscing about Mark's charming smile at the party. His confident posture had caught my attention, and I felt an undeniable attraction to him, my thoughts of him l

Whenever arguments became too loud. Whenever life became too much. Books never asked questions. Books never judged. Books never reminded me of my failures. They simply existed. I sat in my favorite corner and wrapped my arms around myself. For a while I simply stared ahead. Thinking. Remembering. Hurting. The words Vivian spoke earlier replayed over and over again. Like a broken record. Know your place. Give birth to their child and leave. If you need money, I can give you. Money. The thought made my chest tighten.

John doesn’t raise his voice, yet his words weigh as if each one had been sharpened before being thrown at me, and when I hear him say, “I can’t keep looking at you two as if it didn’t hurt me,” I feel something in my chest splinter, as if guilt had been waiting for this exact moment to sink its claws into my skin.

“I’m not anyone’s toy.” Her eyes twinkled. “Then prove it. Walk away. Be smart. Because if you keep pushing... if you keep clawing at the doors of this world you weren’t born into... you’ll find out just how cruel it can be.” She turned then, as if the conversation had ended in her favor. But before she could get back into her car, I said it. “Funny,” I called out. “For someone who claims to have it all, you spend an awful lot of time trying to destroy anyone Nathaniel cares about.”

Not when all those memories of him haunted me, haunting me like ghosts from the past, haunting me from the nightmares I couldn't shake free from. He sounded like Vincent, those were words Vincent would say to me without caring how much I suffered from them. They were words that would haunt me until the day I die. “Why? Do you think I'll stop because you consider me stupid enough to listen to you? Because you can't be more stupid than to call me stupid! You're a cruel man, you hurt people without thinking twice, without giving a shit about your victim's feelings” I closed my eyes and tried to remember how to breathe. I needed to think clearly, I didn't want to act out of impulse. But I alread

“I’ve never been particularly good at being what other people want.” One of them scoffed. “That’s obvious.” I looked at her. “Was there a point?” She opened her mouth but nothing came out. I smiled. Vivianne’s eyes narrowed. “You really think you’re untouchable now.” She managed to say in a hushed tone, obviously afraid to draw attention. “No.” I looked toward the fire. “I just know I’m harder to hurt.” Something flickered across her face. Before she could respond, I felt it again.