Cinta Yang Terbelah Novels & Stories

Our love was filled with malice and pain, pain that could be kissed away with his sweet lips but it would resurface stronger, and unbearable the second his lips left mine. Adrian hurt me, he cut me open but he would lick the wounds better every time, until now. I don't think we can go back from here, I don't want to go back. It took some time but I finally understand our love isn't one to mend you, it's one to break you into a thousand pieces and have the other person put back the pieces, but you're never put together correctly because the pieces are more shattered than last time it's hard to know where they belong, so when fixing each other, you place them where you think they fit and it le

My mind raced as his loud calls of my name followed behind me. - I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to. Marriage was the last thing I wanted when it came for Chandler and Elaina. I was hoping, praying, that their relationship would be reduced to shambles. I was waiting for that moment. The yelling and crying. The heartbreak and sorrow. I sat back, biding my time as I waited for my desired outcome. I couldn’t believe it. All that time and hope wasted for this? “Please don’t cry, Raelynn.” Daniella pleaded, “They aren’t worth your tears.”

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

As Ella heard this. She remembers what Ma'am Miranda told her about someone that will explain better to her concerning her revelations. Ella begged Mrs. Toms to please help her out because she doesn't understand. Mrs. Toms narrate a story to Ella about how she and Daniel met when they were young age. Ella was 6years while Daniel was 10years in that old world, those that normally loved themselves and wish to get married don't live long. Because that is how it has been happening for thousands of years which nobody no reason why. So parents always separate their children from getting married to someone they love because they don't want them to die young. Because at times it does come with bad l

I wasn't. And then Luca's name lit up again. A voicemail came through. His voice, low and pissed: "Catrina, you've disappointed me. You want a divorce? It's not gonna be that easy." I stared at my screen in a daze. Same old Luca. Still acting like I was some naive little thing who'd obey just because he snapped his fingers. Seven years ago, he said something almost exactly like that. Back then, he left me a message after I'd tried to distance myself from him, once I found out he was Mafia. He said:

"She'll be hurt and sad, and I couldn't bear the thought of that. I don't want her to hate me." Reginald slightly shook her head. "She won't hate you. She'll just be angry for a little while, and it'll pass," his tone turned motivational. "She might want to distance herself, but I'm sure she'll come crawling back to you. You'll be her only hope." Dominic shook his head, his face set in determination. "No. I can't betray her. I love her." Reginald's expression turned exasperated, and he slapped the back of his hand against his palm. "You love her, but she doesn't love you, Dominic. Think straight." He said, his tone bordering on condescending.

Now, we looked forward toward the horizon with completely open, unburdened hearts. In the end, love had triumphed. It hadn't done so perfectly, nor without leaving a few scars behind, but it had done so beautifully. Our roots were planted deep in the earth of our shared experiences, and our wings were stretched wide toward the future. The story of how we broke apart was finally complete, yet the story of how we lived was only just beginning to unfold. It was a life full of endless hope, genuine connection, and the quiet, enduring strength of a bond that would last for the rest of our days.

“And if I don’t?” “Then you can take your two million and your armed men and your revenge, and you can shove it so far up your ass that your father’s lawyers will need a search party.” I stood again, grabbed my wrinkled jacket off the back of the chair. “Because if you’re lying about Jade, you and I are not allies. We’re enemies. And I promise you, Mateo is not the only man I know how to destroy.” One of the men near the door moved. Remy raised two fingers without looking. The man stilled.

He gingerly pulls the postcard away from my fingers and I let out a painfully humorless laugh, the despised feeling of my burning eyes fuelling my anger. "What is there to fucking understand, Luke? She married Julius, knowing what he did!" I was on a rage quest and Brendan knew that all too well. I haven't had one in the past three years, I almost forgot what it felt like. "Lon-" "She never fucking loved me, Luke! She played me! There's nothing to fucking understand!" I kicked at the speakers, toppling them over, and jumped off the stage. The loud thud of my feet hitting the ground cut off whatever Luke was about to say to me as I ignored my friends and stormed down the empty halls of Greenh

“I just want you. You’re all I could ever ask for, and more than enough. I don’t care about what the Goddess has to say about it. You’re mine.” “Shawn,” I whisper, cupping his face. I can’t contain myself anymore. I want him to be the first to know the amazing news, I want to celebrate with him alone even for just a moment before everyone else gets to hear. He watches me carefully. “Shawn, the fated mate bond dissolved when Trent died. The Goddess said I’m free to love who I want. It’s over. It’s actually over.” His mouth pops open in surprise, and then something in his gaze softens and melts. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he is tearing up. “So that means…”