Cant Hurt Me Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

“Then go sit before I tax sarcasm.” They return to their seats like princes who refuse the title and accept the work. Catya steps up next. She doesn’t curtsey; we don’t do that here. She hugs me hard enough to bruise. “I remember the day we thought this weight would crush us,” she whispers. “Look at you standing under it.” “Look at us,” I correct. “You taught me the difference between vengeance and velocity.” I glance over her shoulder at Zilla, who offers me a solemn nod she probably learnt from Klaus and then improved with Catya’s grace. “How’s your heart?”

I braced myself for the next entries, realizing that the person I wanted to shield had already been through some stuff that I could never undo. "I was eight... I couldn't read or write. It had been ages since I'd been to school by then. I was just a kid, and I'd forgotten the little I knew... And now that I think back on it, the cake that I ate happily, do you know what it said? It said, 'Happy birthday, Cunt!' I didn't get what it meant, but I knew it was my name, 'cause that's all he ever called me. 'Cunt' became more than a word; it became my name. It carved a scar on the canvas of my innocence, forever altering the way I viewed myself..."

At the center, a quote in capital letters: **"You are not broken. You are blooming in places no one sees." She turned, tears welling, and found Killian at the opposite end of the room, paint still on his hands. "I didn't ask permission," he said with a self-conscious smile. "I hoped you'd get it." She looked at the mural, then at him. "You remembered that quote," she breathed. "It made me think of you," he replied. "The way you survived me. The way you rebuilt your life." There was silence between them, thick with all the things unsaid.

"Perhaps you're right, Lucas. Perhaps it's true that no one else may extend their love to me, but I refuse to remain confined within the suffocating walls of a loveless union, weighed down by your poisonous aura. I deserve to have happiness, even if it entails embracing solitude." Lucas's face twisted with rage as he raised his hand, a cruel gesture poised to strike me down emotionally once again. But this time, I wouldn't cower. I stood tall, unflinching in the face of his aggression. "Go ahead, Lucas. Hurt me again if it makes you feel powerful. But know that you're only proving to me why I deserve so much better than you."

Celia I can't believe we were attacked. I can't believe I've got a scar from knife instead of a hickey on my neck. I can't believe he made a big fuss about the small wound. I can't believe he actually broke someone's hand without even having a little concern. I can't believe I laughed, screamed so loudly. I can't believe that he knows graphitti. I can't believe that he is such an artist. I can't believe he hugged me. I can't believe he called me his. I can't believe I have spent a day like yesterday in my typical life. And I'm happy except for the ending. Why does he have to hold me like that? Like he would loose me if he allowed a little air between us,like everything about him depends on i

The words consisted of only three words: "Please don't get hurt." --- To be continued. -Nelvano Xander- "If loving you makes me foolish, then I will be the most foolish person to keep loving you."

He said with so much authority that I find myself nodding, "Why would you want to hurt me......" And the next thing he said shattered me into pieces ...... ______________________ Keep enjoying the story (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) Hope you liked this chapter ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ Don't forget to like and rank the book 🌹

Everything I'd been holding back came pouring out. "Do you have any idea how this makes me feel?" I moved toward him, my hands clenching into fists. "They hurt you –" "So what?" I hit him on the chest. Not hard. Just a frustrated thump. "So what, Dante? People have been hurting me my whole life! I'm used to it!" "I'm not made of glass!" I hit him again and again. Each word punctuated with another weak punch against his solid chest. "I'm not some fragile thing that breaks at the first sign of cruelty! I don't need you to murder or torture everyone who says something mean to me!"

com ]. Quote of The Chapter: "If I Had My Life to Live Over, I Would Find You Sooner So That I Could Love You Longer"

Because she stands in the middle of destruction and still looks… untouched. Untouchable. And I hate that. I hate that no one has broken her yet. I hate that no one has made her fall. I hate that it isn’t me. From her childhood I've watched her, taken different shape and form to be around her and even now she's slipping away but I won’t let her go in this life. My fingers tighten around the glass in my hand. It cracks slightly. A thin fracture running down the side. I don’t notice until the liquid spills over my skin.