Cinta Yang Terbelah Novels & Stories

“Yeah, it’s kind of like a scale. Like if you have more of one thing, you have to sacrifice something else. It’s not an exact science okay.” I laugh and reply, “We’ll work on it.” We finish getting ready and then head to the cafeteria for breakfast before we split off to our respective classes. We meet up for lunch and then at the end of the day I head to my therapy session. I talk to her about my break up with Jace, and she tells me that it seems like it was a good thing for me, and I 100% agree with her. She suggests that maybe holding on to him for so long was stopping me from fully moving forward to a new stage in my life. I don’t mention Kane at all.

Ashra knows I can never get married to Ditya even if I can feel. DITYA Ditya never cries. Ditya never cries. Not even for a jackass like Jamal. But yet the tears fell. I angrily swiped it away. He is going to pay for making me cry like this. He is really going to pay. __ *Winter Island* "Naja, I think it's time for you to go back, though your enemies are still alive, but you will defeat them with the help of Sarafina your daughter.... She is the key to bringing back the lost order of the whole province, winter clan included"

“The lovers.” She whispers as she gazes at the three, and slowly within their worlds, her heartaches as a tear falls to Daniela’s eyes, Arthur’s symphony ended in a hurtful howl and Kyle draws back in an aching and suffering defeat, yet not. To the three hearts ad worlds that is entwined with destiny’s cruelty, they walk separately as she follows Daniela and calling. “Daniela.”

" Anirudh said with a sad smile and grabbed the door of the car Soon enough with a loud noise the car blasted killing both of them together. Here the journey of Antara ended. She was broken by love but that love was her own along with the love of Raichand brothers. Love is destructive love is vicious love can break anyone. Love can do both. It can break or mend a person, what a person gets, that is his or her fate. Love has different definitions. Which one you believe and want is your choice. Three of them loved each other but their definition of love was different.

The separation was filled with tears, anger, and a profound sense of loss. The aftermath of our parting was a period of introspection and healing for me. I sought refuge within Lucian's pack although it wasn't favourable at first, finding solace and support among the members who had always been there for me. Slowly, I rebuilt the shattered fragments of my heart, learning to trust again and embracing the strength that lay dormant within me.

I liked her personality and had prayed that Hudson would accept her when he accepted to smell her scent, but no, he was blinded by Filomena. My heart is heavy right now and I feel nothing but the urge to cry out my sadness and frustration upon recalling all that has happened to Judian. I could imagine how she would feel. Although I foresaw it coming when Hudson introduced Filomena to me as his lover, I never expected the blunt rejection and raw hatred from Hudson. I feel so sorry for Judian, but at the same time, I can't help but get overly suspicious about Filomena. No matter how much I tried to push away these suspicion feelings, they kept filling me to the brim. +

The foundation of love she had built her life upon had crumbled, leaving her to navigate the fragments of her once-cherished relationships with a wounded spirit and a mind overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. Riya's heart, once whole and vibrant, now lay shattered into innumerable fragments, each piece representing the trust she once held for others. It seemed as if the very foundation of her existence had crumbled, leaving her adrift in a sea of despair. Waves of anguish washed over her as the stark reality of her pathetic life took hold. No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her.

The resentments and pain persisted, as it was something that could not be easily overcome. Cayetana made the decision to leave Alexis. She confessed that she didn't love him and cut off all communication with him. She immersed herself in travel, focused on her work, and kept busy to hide her pain. Although no one saw her cry, she suffered in silence. The breakup with the man she loved hurt her deeply. Every night she cried in secret, but at dawn she was forced to show a smile, even if it was fake.

Then he kissed me. It was different without the living bond. There was no automatic surge of shared sensation, no automatic reinforcement of the connection. There was only the two of us, the taste of blood and determination, and the stubborn spark that the core had failed to erase. I kissed him back with everything I had left, pouring will and memory and the love that still existed even in the silence. When we finally broke apart, Kael rested his forehead against mine once more. “Whatever happens next,” he said, “you stay alive. That is not a request.”

her heart grew weak again. ​Her hot tears fell silently, pouring down her pale cheeks. She felt a deep pity tearing through her chest as she looked at his wretched state; she remembered the other Kai... the Kai of the past, her loyal lover who used to fill her days with warmth and security before life's debts swallowed him and turned him into this destructive person who was going through the worst period of his life.