Cinta Membawa Luka Novels & Stories

Love and pain intertwined within her words, reminding me of the intricacies of the heart. "Love is tough," Corvina continued her voice a soothing reassurance. "It hurts, makes you want to jump off a cliff or murder someone. But once you give your heart to someone, then it's hard to take it back. And on top of that, we have this bond that binds us. So, choose your happiness. Whatever, wherever, and with whomever it might lie with. Just don't regret not doing something you wanted to."

Going inside, I sat beside him and held his hand, they say that mate’s touch boosts in healing. If you don’t love me, then why you took my dagger? Sometimes I wanted to hurt you so badly, not because I want to but to let you know how it feels, but I can't. How can I peel you out of my heart, when it beats for you. “Your hurting me, but I love you and every second you don’t love me back… it hurts,” I whispered and placed my head on his hand. My mind was in haze, and throat clot from all the crying.

“Even if you send it to me again and again, I will do the same. I will tear every damn document into pieces! It may sound selfish, but I will not ever let you go. Not in this lifetime! I love you, Annika. . .“ My heart picked up a familiar pace when I heard those words. Those four words were enough to shake my world. I suddenly felt confused and unsure. This isn't good! Fuck! My heart is messing with me! “Caspian, you have to let me go. Can't you see? This love is ruining us both. It chains us, and yet, it also breaks us apart. Our love has created wounds in our hearts that will take time to heal,“ I uttered. His hand slowly moved to trace my face as if he was memorizing its every detail. Th

"Christine, I have medicine at home. I can treat this wound at home.You stop crying already because of my injury.I had warned you but you never listen to me.You do not want to accept your feelings so soon.I am not going to force you for it. However, You should keep one thing in mind.You have fallen in love too deeply.You cannot ignore me or my actions.You think that whatever happens to me does not impact your life.You are absolutely wrong.In fact, you would have greater impact than what you have imagined. This is small superficial injury but if something big had happened to me then do you think that you would have remain calm.You are too naive.I am bringing you closer to me because that will

He slowly moved closer, taking her hands once again. “If that’s what you want, then the past stays where it belongs: behind us.” Catarina nodded, and a faint smile emerged through her tears. She felt that perhaps it really was possible to begin again—not as they had before, but in a new way, where their wounds wouldn’t mark the end, but rather serve as proof that they had both learned how to truly love. “Are you hungry?” she asked, trying to change the subject and lighten the mood. “Yes, I’m starving.”

a bad day too and you certainly didn't see me burning my hand in a fire I made myself. Why did you burn your hand Crinka? What were you thinking?".Why does he care? I don't want him to care for me, so why is he taking his time to do so?"I don't have the answer your question Ruarc. I really don't"."I don't have the answers to your question Ruarc. I really don't"."Yes you do. You were crying and hurting yourself. Did Sia do something? Did he hurt you?".Hurt me? Was him taking Anita to dinner hurting me? Absolutely not. But it would definitely hurt Lyles."Sia didn't do anything to me Ruarc. I did this to myself. Don't involve Sia in this.Ruarc strokes my bandage, smiling sadly at me. "You love

She cried as if she could expel all the pain and confusion that had built up over the past few days. She never thought of herself as a weak person, but Carlo's words had struck her deeply, cutting through her defenses. Everything suddenly felt like a lie—his care for her, his relentless pursuit, and even the bite mark he had tattooed on his body as a symbol of their bond. Could it all have been just a facade? As the pain twisted inside her, Lyla realized that somewhere along the way, she had fallen in love with Carlo. That was why seeing him with another woman hurt her so much—it was a wound that cut her deeper than she ever expected.

“Maybe I have always loved him. But that’s not a good thing, Kiran. Love isn’t good. It’s a curse. It’s bad. It ruins people.” Kiran’s eyes widened a little. “Why do you say that?” I lifted my chin, forcing my voice to sound firm. “Because love always brings misery. Pain. Bad luck. That’s all it does. Look at me now. I love Leo, and what has it given me? Betrayal. Shame. Guilt. It makes me weak. I don’t want it.” Kiran gave a small laugh, shaking her head. “You sound like an old woman who has given up on life. Love is not a curse, Flora. It’s just… complicated. It can hurt, yes. But it also makes us strong.”

The silence that fell was heavy, filled with unspoken words and emotions too raw to articulate. I lowered myself further, my lips gently touching more of her scars, one by one, inch by inch. I kissed them as if they were not symbols of a tragic past, but instead, keys to a new beginning. Each kiss was a silent vow, a promise of acceptance and unwavering support. To the unbroken skin between the scars, I bestowed gentle kisses, as if to pay homage to the strength that had enabled her to survive. To the scars themselves, my lips delivered a tender message of acceptance, acknowledging the pain they represented while also honoring the resilience they embodied.

In that moment, all doubts, wounds, and disappointments fade away, and only he and I exist, united by the eternal bond that time has failed to break. The warmth of his breath mixes with mine, creating a melody of shared sighs. Our lips intertwine delicately, seeking healing in each contact. I feel his hands gently caressing my face, stroking my cheek as our kisses become deeper, more intense. In that tender and painful kiss at the same time, I can taste the sadness and melancholy that envelop us, but also the hope and promise of a new beginning. Each caress is an attempt to heal the wounds, to rebuild the trust that has been weakened.