Novel & Cerita Corazon Destruido

A fear I had never seen before. The twins were crying. Their small cries tore through me even more. Choking me. I closed my eyes for a second. Tried to breathe. But the air wouldn’t come in. The pain was suffocating me. Everything was suffocating me. “Corinne…” His voice was weak and trembling. “Please… look at me.” I opened my eyes slowly. I lifted my face toward him. The tears made my vision blurry, but I could still see him. I could see the man I loved. The man who destroyed me.

[The Final Purge] Ang bawat pintig ng puso ko ay tila isang timer na mabilis na nauubos, bawat segundo ay unti-unting ninanakaw ang huling bakas ng aking pagkatao. The air inside the sea cave was thick with the scent of brine and the cold, metallic ozone of an approaching god. The light was dying, and in the encroaching shadow, I realized that the only way to save the man who destroyed the world for me was to destroy the woman he loved.

From an angle Luca couldn't see, she shaped the words with her lips. "A dead woman's trinket. How unlucky." Something exploded in my head. That was the only thing my mother had left me. I rushed forward, trembling. "If it's so unlucky, give it back." My fingers had barely touched Ava when she screamed and threw herself backward. Her wrist struck the edge of the coffee table, and the emerald bracelet cracked. Stones and broken metal scattered across the floor. The world went silent. Then Ava lifted her bleeding arm and sobbed beautifully. "Luca, it hurts."

Mother Raven said nothing. “He had his heart broken by yet another favorite, you see. A silly, round man damaged by very deep wounds that still bleed and ache. A sinning soul in a clumsy, desperate rush to find a God that simply will never accept him as he is.” Even in the dark behind her eyes, she could feel the cruel smile spread on Mother Mary Joseph’s thin lips. “A silly, round man, that Corrompero. A broken soul destined to love yet never be loved. To chase yet never catch. To always walk alone. To dream and yet still greet every sunrise in solitude with an empty heart.

He ignored the sting he felt in his chest. Kara opened her mouth to speak, but he spoke first. “Or is it because I’m trying to protect you? Trying to make you remember us?” “There was never an us, Jairo,” she shot back, her voice trembling but firm. A small, crooked smile pulled at his lips. “Then tell me, why does my heart pound every time I’m close to you? Why do I lose control when I think of someone else touching you? Why does the thought of losing you again drive me mad enough to destroy anything in my way?”

Sienna touched his jaw gently. “Hey.” Luca’s eyes lifted toward hers instantly. “You don’t have to be afraid of loving me this much.” Something flickered across his face then. Fast and raw enough it nearly hurt to look at. “I’m not afraid of loving you.” “Then what are you afraid of?” Silence stretched softly between them. Then finally: “How much it would destroy me if something happened to you.”

“But maybe it's already too late... and that's the part that's destroying me the most.” A single tear slips from the corner of Catarina's eye, slowly tracing a path down her pale cheek—a movement so subtle it is almost impossible to notice, yet filled with meaning. Lost in his own anguish, Damião doesn't see it. He keeps talking, his voice trembling and muffled, searching for redemption in the words he has never found the courage to say before.

It was the smile of someone who had just realized the bridge was officially on fire. Madison's response was just six words long. "Fuck you, Corinne. Do your worst." For a moment, Corinne only stared at the screen. The smile stayed on her lips, but something darker and much colder filled her eyes. “Okay,” she said softly to the empty apartment. “I will.” “I actually needed the money,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on the text. “But you know what? It will be even better to see your life destroyed. I want to watch you lose everything. I want to watch Colt look at you with the same disgust I feel right now.”

I was shaking so hard as I reached for the next thing… anything to ease this pain… to ease the way my mind and my heart felt like they were exploding inside me, like they could not bear to function anymore. I was crying so hard I couldn’t see. Snot and tears mixed together, running down my chin. My chest heaved like I was drowning on dry land. The door slammed open, and I whirled, ready to snap at my father… but stopped when I saw my cousin standing there with a horrified look on her face. “Isla—holy shit, what the fuck—” Cora stood frozen in the doorway, pink hair pulled into a messy bun, eyes wide as she took in the devastation.

Spin’s mouth drops open in shock before he says, “Loyalty, I was drunk out of my mind and half-asleep” “That’s the sorriest excuse for you not being able to tell the difference between your ex-girlfriend and your wife”, I told him before turning away and continuing to walk to the bar. I pour myself some cognac on ice so the burn in my lungs will distract me from the burn in my heart. I swallow it down in one gulp before dropping the glass into the bar sink. “Mi Amor, no bebas por favor”, (my love, please don’t drink) I hear Jonny pleading, which he’s entitled to after dealing with me during my last drunken episode.