Cinta Membawa Luka Novels & Stories

"I thought we agreed to honor today for Lia please don't do these to yourself I'm sure she won't be happy knowing that you're doing these to yourself" "And when did you start to care about me and Lia, I begged you for years but you refused to forgive me and also take the hatred upon Lia, now she is dead go and eat her corpse!" "We've talked about this so please stop bringing it up" "I know but it painful to know that Lia never feels motherly love before she dies! I want my daughter back!" "I'm so sorry please forgive me I'm ready to make it up to you and I will do anything you want just forgive me please and let's honor today for Lia"

In that kiss was the rebuilding—the quiet mornings in which they had relearned each other's silences, the laughter they never thought they would hear again, the way in which she had once awakened to find him asleep in a chair outside her door, watching over her without hope of thanks. There was peace in that kiss—the rare kind that didn't originate from the erasing of scars but from figuring out how to bear them, how to let the jagged edges meld into something new. And there was love in that kiss. Not perfect. Not fairy-tale. But real. Bruised. Messy. Imperfect. And strong enough to survive anything. When they finally broke apart, Luke leaned his forehead against hers, his breath warm and un

“But I accepted the rejection to seize the pain. It’s over between the both of us.” Ruby sighed weakly. “Oh, Regina. It isn’t until we find a mate again that it’s finally over.” I was trying to understand what my dear wolf meant. “Are you telling me that we are yet to heal from the rejection? But that is not the way it normally used to be.” “No, Regina. This is like cancer for some reason. It’s like a wound left untreated. The more I try to fight the hole Lionel left in my heart, the more it tore open with each time I set my eyes on him – on Lucius.”

We couldn’t seem to get close enough, couldn’t satisfy the hunger that only grew the more we fed it. As his kiss deepened, leaving my lips bruised and swollen, a strange feeling began to take root inside me. It was as if a wound I’d carried for so long, one I hadn’t even known was there, was beginning to close, slowly stitching itself back together under his touch, under the intensity of this moment. With every brush of his mouth against mine, every stroke of his hands across my skin, I felt that hurt start to fade, melting into the fire he’d stoked within me.

“Instead of cutting, I let the ink sting. Let the needle prick me again and again. I wanted to feel pain. I wanted to feel alive, Kieran. So, I turned every scar into art.” I reached out, my fingers ghosting over the one on his hip. “They are beautiful,” I whispered. “But you don’t have to hurt anymore, Adrien." He looked at me, really looked at me and something shifted behind his eyes. “You make it easier not to.” My throat tightened. I leaned down and kissed his chest, right over the tattoo shaped like a broken blade. “You are not alone anymore, Adrien.” “I know,” he whispered. “But some nights… it still hurts.”

I sank into the wet grass and let my shoulders shake. "I loved him," I choked out. "I gave him everything, and he threw it away like it cost him nothing." He was blind, Lira said. He still is. "Then why does it still hurt like this?" Because he broke something sacred. That kind of wound takes its time. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall into the dirt. Pine and wet earth hung in the air, but the quiet felt wrong, like the forest was holding its breath along with me.

Adrianna said immediately It's so ABBA coded, I responded with a smirk Alora walked towards me with a tissue in her hands, and handed it over to me I do not want it, i responded What? You think there's something in them or we would ruin your effortlessly flawless skin, Brittany said I do not take things from betrayers, you all did me dirty, and you Adri? I looked up to you a lot. I trusted you. Why would you do this to me? I said shakily Look babe, Adri responded, life happens, things happen, but we did not release that tape. I wouldn't do that for real, you either believe it or not.

“No.” “Don’t lie to me. The last time you held it like that, you collapsed.” “It doesn’t hurt, I swear.” “Then why are you holding it?” “It’s….It’s nothing.” I didn’t want to tell him that the scar was a reminder of how weak I was. It was going to be a permanent reminder of my weakness. Bruises fade, smaller wounds heal, but this would be there forever. A constant reminder that even though the blood tie was broken, I was still mated to Beta Kyle. Yet even when he dies, it will still be there. A reminder of the horrible life I had.

I asked, desperate for some guidance or solace. "Darling, I learned that sometimes, we must be willing to take risks–to fight for what we believe in, even if the world tells us otherwise," she replied, her voice laced with the wisdom of experience. "Love can be a balm for our deepest wounds, but it can also expose us to incredible vulnerability. The key lies in finding the strength within ourselves to navigate those challenges."

The scarred earth beneath them seemed to absorb the weight of their shared history, creating a space where words could convey the complex emotions they both felt. Seraphina turned to Adrian, her scarlet hair catching the morning light. "The scars we bear should be symbols of growth, not reminders of pain. Let our reunion be a testament to the resilience of love and the enduring power of hope." Adrian embraced her, the scars on his back, earned in battles past, now a tactile reminder of the journey they'd undertaken together. "Seraphina, our reunion may be shaped by scars, but let these scars tell a story of triumph over adversity, of love prevailing against all odds."