Cinta Membawa Luka Novels & Stories

His chest was filled with pain. He quickly took out the medicine he had prepared and drank it with the water. Lauren really wanted to kick the door open. but she turned around and left in a huff. and she went to find Daphne . ... ..... .... Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting Don’t leave now that you’re here— Stay. So the world may become like itself again: so the sky may by the sky, the road a road,and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine

I try to walk past him but he grabs my wrist, "Sarah, our relationship isn't this weak." I'm silent and then my words are stilted, "I love you but I still have scars, Lucas. And you ripped open one of them. My heart may be yours but that doesn't mean that your actions didn't hurt me. Your words were cruel and I felt like I had gone back in time and it was Hunter saying those things to me."

My first heartbreak didn’t just sting—it shattered me. That feeling of betrayal... it doesn’t go away. I wish I could say I’ve healed, but some scars stay with you, lingering like a shadow that never quite disappears. You learn the hard way that love isn’t always kind. It’s a lesson you don’t forget, no matter how hard you try to.

That song, was the mark that means the end of the game. She cried and cried her eyes out in joy. 'Thank god,' she said inside her heart. 'I have survived another day of the hunt.' —

Nakasakay ng kotse. May dalang sincerity. Marunong ihatid ka pauwi. Maybe love is not the fire that burns your skin alive, Maybe it is the hand that helps your trembling survive. Not every spark was made to leave a scar too much, Some are soft enough to heal with just a single touch. And under moonlit skies where nervous heartbeats clutch, I found forever hiding in an... electric touch. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

” As she finished singing that song she rubbed her face with her hands. “It really seems like a cruel joke…all those years of torture…and pain…and hating myself…to find love and have it truly and deeply…and real…just for it to be snatched away and take my heart with it…and then to be brought out of darkness by a pull like a broken porcelain plate that is glued together…it is never the same, but it can still be pretty…and yet…it can also instantly break again…it just seems to cruel…”

Caleb asked. “Because unlike when others hurt her, the bond between a mate is more than just physical. As one that is born of a God, it is normal for their bodies to heal faster than normal. But when hurt by a mate out of anger, it will leave a scar. Mates are not meant to hurt each other and when they do, they will always live with the reminder.” Rexton finally clarified. “But I have sparred with Hunter before and have been injured and healed just fine.” I inserted.

I wanted him to pick me when it mattered. But wanting and getting were different things. The room was quiet except for our crying. The air was heavy with hurt and something we both felt but would not say. Love. It was still there. It never left. Like fire buried under ash, waiting for wind to make it burn again. But the pain was there too. The wound that went too deep to ignore. We held each other in that storm of hurt. We knew there was no fixing it tonight. Only truth laid bare at last. Only the broken pieces of what we once had. And the small, fragile question of whether we could ever build from it again.

, her cheeks stretched in a disappointing smile, hanging her head on her neck. “I don't mean that Ria. I mean letting someone go”, my soft gaze peered into her eyes with sympathy. Raising her head with a soft smile, her eyes travelled into the distance with a reminiscing look on her face, "It still stings Elena. Time really doesn't heal your wounds. Even if you choose to erase them, the scar remains as fresh as you left off”. “He became a part of me, in such a short while Ria. I don't think I ever want to let go of that”, my dimmed eyes stirred with determination, hanging on to the hope I had towards him.

Her voice quivered with a quiet strength, assuring me that there was purpose in every twist and turn of my path. As the first tears trickled down my cheeks, Nonna reached out to hold my hand firmly. She understood the depth of my pain, the ache of a broken heart. "Yennifer," she said softly, "I know how shattered you feel right now, how much you miss him. Love has a way of entwining our souls, even when it hurts. But remember, my dear, love is not always enough to sustain a healthy bond."