Corazon Destruido Novels & Stories

Daniel was filled with hatred Clota started crying grinding her teeth together. While Daniel was crying also and shouting as he walked out of there angrily and drove off Sunshine was calling his name Daniel but he did not listen to Sunshine. Clota look up and asked Sunshine maybe she knew him? "Yes, his business partner" Clota moves closer to Sunshine and hold her hand then started begging her that she want to see him again, Sunshine removed her hand from Clota and go after Daniel. Clara ran upstairs in her room then started crying that after Clota destroyed the life of her two sons, killed one, and also destroyed her life that is

She laughed and Grace pulled away and stared at her face. "So, do you not like me anymore? Do you wanna find someone else?" Grace asked her with a pout and Cora smiled. "I wouldn't ever do that, I'll love you forever. I'm happy that you could move on and be a stronger person." Cora hugged her tightly and Grace noticed that her heart was beating fast, she was anxious even at the thought of leaving her. Grace smiled and buried her head into the crook of her neck for she was blushing a little bit.

Argh .... Andien punched the metal guardrail as she shouted angrily. "I hate you, Kenan. I hate you!" Andien screamed again while the sea water began to wet parts of her body as she chose to sit on the bridge that people said was called the bridge of love. It had only been 12 hours since Andien had received Kenan's sacred vows but Andien felt that she was already a widow. Andien tried to hold back her sobs as the tears continued to flow.

"answer me!" Ann kept quiet and she was vividly shaking. Avice watched the woman who had saved her and raised her as her own all her life struggle to live. The worst happened when the intruder smashed Ann's head with a hammer. She almost let out a cry, but she held her mouth tightly as the intruder searched the house without success. She finally left. Avice eventually had the chance to pour out her pain. She cried loudly.

she barked. "Don’t worry, madam. "The job will be done very soon." He assured him. "When will it be done?" She asked impatiently. "Very soon, Madam." "You stupid fool, I need a definite answer; what do you mean by very soon?" You have three days to do this job. If I don’t receive some good news within three days, you will hear from me. You will know why I am called Jezebel the destroyer." She said it sternly and hung up.

Marcello. Always Marcello. “…Maybe,” I admitted. Another pause. “Brielle,” she said gently, “be careful. That man destroyed your life once. Don’t let him do it again in your head.” I swallowed hard. “If I’m wrong,” I whispered, “then he's been hating the wrong person for eight years.” Camila went quiet again. Then softly, “Then we figure it out. Properly. With proof. Not memories or emotions.” I nodded even though she couldn’t see me.

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.

"If you need anything. Anything at all. I don't answer. The door closes with a soft sound. The sound seems final. I can't explain why my chest hurts. I put my face on the pillow. It smells like nothing I've ever smelt before—clean and sharp. Tears come without asking, hot and quiet, soaking into the cloth. I cry for the road. For the light. For the name that sounds like mine but won't stay. I hear a low, broken sound outside the door. A man's voice. Breaking.

"They do not get to destroy me." But even as she said the words, she did not believe them. Because the truth was, they already had destroyed her. Liam had destroyed her. Vanessa had destroyed her. And now the entire world was watching her fall apart. Cora set the phone down on the floor again and buried her face in her hands. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks, hot and bitter. She cried until her throat was raw, until her chest ached, until there were no tears left. The room grew darker as the sun set outside her small window. Shadows crept across the walls, swallowing the light. Cora did not move. She just sat there on the cold floor, alone in the darkness, listening to the relentless buzz

After what you've done to me today, neither of you will ever set foot inside the Sinclair family for the rest of your lives. The man exploded with rage at my words. He kicked me to the ground, then his fat, swollen hand came crashing across my face again and again. The beating ruptured my eardrum and split the corner of my mouth. Eventually, their voices grew fainter and fainter until all I could hear was a sharp ringing in my ears. "How dare you talk to me like that? I think you've got a death wish!" Even then, he still tried to hit me again, but several people in work uniforms suddenly pushed through the crowd and stopped him.