Cinta Membawa Luka Novels & Stories

Her life had become a waking nightmare, a mess that no one knew how to clean up. A sigh of her own frustration escaped her lips. Nothing she was reading was adding any more insight into what was happening and the wound running down between her breasts ached along with her head. Even with the salve Bryn had been bringing, she knew it would take time before it healed, and she could already tell the scar would be a brutal one. One that she would bear, along with the one on her hand and across her heart, forever; A constant reminder of her decisions and her love of a man she couldn’t be with.

The ache of betrayal still lingered within her, and seeing his face alone reopened the wounds she thought had healed. The crack in her heart deepened, and with each passing moment, the weight of the past grew heavier. Selena had yearned for closure, for the pain to subside, but it seemed that fate had other plans. The mere sight of Lucas stirred a tempest of emotions within her, threatening to consume her fragile peace. Tears streamed down Selena's cheeks, silent messengers of the raw emotions she couldn't contain. They traced a path of sorrow and longing, evidence of the remnants of love and heartache that still resided within her.

“Because you’ve been carrying too much alone. You deserve peace, Adrian. Even if it means… letting go of Rosemary.” “Let her go?” Adrian let out a weak laugh, his eyes hazy. “I can’t. I love her.” Cassandra touched his face gently. “Sometimes love only hurts. Maybe it’s time to let someone heal you… someone like me.” Adrian’s head grew heavy. “What… what did you do?” he mumbled, voice slurred. “Relax,” Cassandra whispered, her smile darkening slightly. “Just something to calm you down. You need rest.”

Let her break down in my arms where no one else could see. "I'm sorry," she gasped when she finally calmed. "I'm such a mess." "You're my mess," I said. "And I love every broken piece of you." "How?" She pulled back to look at me. "How can you love someone this damaged?" "Because you're not damaged." I cupped her face. "You're healing. There's a difference. Damaged implies broken beyond repair, but you're not broken, Beatrice. You're wounded. And wounds heal given time and care."

Where the broken mate bond had left its mark. “What I bring is this,” she said. “We will heal the severed mate bond. Not reconnect to Lyra. That ship has sailed, and should be left in sail. But the reserves will be absorbed, and-promise-the scar tissue will dissolve. Someday you'll be able to build a true mate bond with someone else. If you choose to. If you find someone worthy of binding yourself to.” I stopped breathing. Men who lose mates through severing seldom bond again. The scar usually prevents it. The damage runs too deep. I had accepted that. Had believed my chance at a bond like that was gone for good.

“Karina, look at me.” I hesitated before finally meeting his gaze. “To me,” he said slowly, like he needed me to understand, “you will always be the perfect woman. No matter what scars you bear.” His fingers reached out, gently tracing the air between us like he wanted to touch me but knew better than to push. “Those aren’t signs of weakness, Karina. They’re battle scars. Proof that you fought, that you survived.” His lips curved slightly. “And you’re stronger because of them.”

"In this body and the next. However many lifetimes it takes." Their release came simultaneously—a shared euphoria reminiscent of their once-merged consciousness but purely physical now, purely human. As they lay afterward, limbs entwined and hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm, Sonia traced absent patterns on his chest. "I never thought this existed," she admitted softly, touching her chest where her once wounded heart now beat with certainty. "Growing up watching my parents fight, then make up, then fight again—love seemed like a battlefield, not a sanctuary." "It can be both," Alex observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But the battles are worthwhile when you're fighting

love gave me a scar! A deep wound that wouldn't heal – I'm still reeling from that hurt! The betrayal that stings more than abandonment—it burns me from within. And the cruellest part? I've learnt the art to master every pain causing me to wither slowly, yet I keep shining to the world. That's how damaging love is! It kills slowly and painfully, with the world having no idea that you are dying, and when you finally break down, people have been wondering how this happened.

My mind went back to what he did to me today and the marks on my body which I was able to cover the ones on my neck with a concealer after taking my bath today. I gritted my teeth remembering the amount of pain I felt between my legs earlier today "I curse the day... the day I fell in love with Ryan." I spat "If this were a few years back or even a week ago I would have gladly fought to be back in his arms. Ciara some wounds are hard to heal... some wounds are very hard to heal while some never heal at all." I told her with a cold voice. "Ryan has hurt me in many ways than one and I really don't care what happens to him... no, I don't care if he's on the verge of death and I'm the only one w

Yet, I held steadfast, anchored by the unwavering belief that time and patience could heal even the deepest wounds. In the embrace of our intertwined souls, I vowed to be his steadfast ally, committed to helping him navigate the jagged terrain of his past. Together, we embarked on a journey of healing, a dance between two wounded spirits seeking solace and redemption. And in the embrace of our love, we discovered that even amidst the darkest shadows, a glimmer of light could illuminate the path towards renewal and hope.