Cant Hurt Me Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

He said to me. “She doesn't deserve that from me”. I said, and went off to my car with a frown. Only after his car drove off, did I hesitate and stared at the building where she was. My eyes felt red even though I had tried to bury the pain in the deepest parts of my heart. “I will never forgive you… monster”. I said behind gritted teeth, while my hands trembled from the trauma. ... Author Tina Nwuba: "Another chapter out. Please vote with plenty of gems and leave your comments, readers <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>".

she moved closer to him and clasped her hand over his, “I am telling you my favorite quote because it applies to you Nathan. I have seen you so many times put yourself down because you are blind but I want you to know that you can do much better, you don’t have to beat yourself up everyday because you can’t see, you are still the Nathan that the world knows and the world awaits more from you” “Babe…” he whispered but he could not get the words out of his mouth, he wasn’t expecting her to do this for him, this was the first time and it was beautiful. “Should I tell you another quote from the book?” “Hmmm” he nodded, “i really want to hear it” “Don't take life too seriously. Punch it in the fa

Kayla Turi POV “Is everyone in this damn book insane?!” I slammed the four-hundred-page book onto the floor. The thud echoed in my tiny apartment, making the glass of water on my desk tremble. I stomped toward the dispenser, filled my cup, and hissed, “Aaaah!” as the hot water stung my index finger. I blew on it furiously. “Don’t tell me her bad luck is rubbing off on me now?” I just couldn’t wrap my head around how an author could enjoy torturing her main character with an army of side characters who lived only to crush her.

I clicked it open. “Want a snack?” I said, holding it out like a joke. He looked at it and didn't budge. "Really. I wouldn't give you poison," I pleaded. "You sure?" "Yes, so you know. I only poison people in other ways." “You think you can’t be punished.” “I know I can’t.” “No one is untouchable, Charlotte.” “Except me,” I replied. He let out a breath through his nose. The sort of sound someone made when they’d argued all the points and knew it wouldn’t make a difference.

Someone said out loud. "Well, she had it coming. Who does she think she was. A princess?" "Serves her right." "Idiotic nerd." "Being smart doesn't mean you can't be stupid. I'm sure she is going to regret this for the rest of her life." "I just pity her, from the frying pan to fire." I tried shutting out these voices, but I couldn't. Every words coming out began to prick me like I was being pricked by a needle. I tried moving, but it was like my legs were heavy, like it was glued to the floor.

I just smile then I nod. 'I'm ready.' **Everybody is going to hurt you, you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for - ***

I'm afraid no amount of liquor is going to give me courage. Beneath the sadness and sorrow laid a burning rage that I knew, once released, would have serious repercussions. I want to hurt someone, but who do I hurt when I'm the one most at fault? And how do I face myself in the mirror after this, let alone look at Gia ever again? She must hate me, didn't she say I'd lost her already? What a mess, what a horrible mess.

“Cowardice? You’re one to talk. You’re scared of everything. You’re scared of being honest, scared of letting go.” I clenched my fists, the anger mixing with heartbreak. “Zara, I—” My voice cracked. “I can’t watch you ruin yourself like this. You need to stop pretending this is freedom. You’re lost.” Her expression darkened, her tone cutting. “And you? You’re not perfect either. Don’t think you can act high and mighty. Go pack your pity somewhere else, Nicole.” I swallowed hard, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes. The words stung, but I knew I couldn’t stay here, not when my heart felt like it was breaking over her choices.

“I’m sure Ciara and I will get along famously. Women in our circles learn to share the spotlight.” Share. The implication is filled with suggestion. My thighs press together under my dress, Cain’s earlier release still marking me. I hate how my body remembers him. I imagine clawing Cain's face now. My nails raking down those sharp cheekbones while I ride him hard enough to bruise us both. In the fantasy, he bleeds, and I come screaming his name anyway. Pathetic. I'm pathetic! “Lovely,” I manage. My voice doesn’t waver. Good.

Cayden only promised me. I was only hurt more. What is that sorry for? Sorry because I don't have any help. Sorry because I will end up like this? I'm sorry because I'm not the one he loves anymore. Son of, goooooo! It hurts! That's why those who are hurt become villains because it hurts! "Your sorry won't fix anything," I answered Cayden and left it. I entered the library to research the Restricted Section. •••