Damaged A Mga Nobela at Kwento

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he thought to himself, the lavender scent was so potent, it stung going down. Aero should have known, but Brandon knew better than to place any blame on him, Brandon could hear Aero whimper and cried from our actions last night. So many thoughts flooded through Brandon’s mind as he thought about his mate “How could we ever get our mate to forgive us? Would she be able to forgive us? We hurt her” they could feel the emotional and physical pain flowing from her. They’d marked her without seeking her permission.

Even if he dropped the cement on his leg, it would eventually heal. Damien went to roll a piece of rubble from the top of more rubble when I saw a spark. "Stop!" I yelled, but it was too late. Damien shot backward, and I jumped in his path to catch him. We fell to the floor, and I frantically checked him for injuries. As I lifted his shirt, I saw a huge gash at his side oozing clear and silver liquids. "What the fuck?" How did he get this, and why the fuck wasn't it being treated?

He looked up at me with tears already forming in his eyes. "I swear I'll fix it" he said desperately. "I swear I'll make this right. I'll protect you. I'll keep you both safe" "You can't fix what you broke" I screamed at him. I grabbed my pillow and threw it as hard as I could. It hit his chest and fell to the floor. "You destroyed everything. You destroyed us. You destroyed our marriage. And now she's trying to destroy our baby because of what you did to her" "I know" Damian said. More tears fell down his face. "I know I can't fix it. But I'm trying so hard. I'm doing everything I possibly can"

She had taken a demolition course in college, and now that knowledge came to her rescue. A soft click sounded. She successfully disconnected the fuse at the final second. Yet an explosion still went off. As the blast hurled her into the air, she caught a blurry glimpse of Theodore running back. … Calista opened her eyes in the hospital to excruciating pain radiating from her arm. Theodore was sitting by her bed. When he saw her awake, he quickly steadied her. "Don't move. You just had a skin graft for Ave." "What did you say?" Calista asked.

Ronan’s hand followed, covering theirs both. The contact wasn’t ceremonial. It was messy and human and trembling in places. It was three people holding on. The air shifted again, as if the entity was recoiling from something it couldn’t pry apart with images. The illusions in front of them blurred, edges breaking down. Not gone. But wavering. Mirra felt the bond tighten—less like a wound, more like a stitch pulling closed. Their sacrifices still hurt. The ache didn’t vanish. It probably wouldn’t for a long time.

He was utterly broken. “I’m sorry for causing you too much pain. I didn’t mean to destroy your relationship with Nikky.” I rushed to apologize without giving him a minute to get a hold of himself. Dr. Dane said nothing. Instead, he dropped to his chair, his hand met his face, and he wiped it with his palm, trying to act like the man he was.

Despite having a lot of things that were preventing me from functioning well, I don’t know how I was able to come to the company without any scratches. There are a lot of things in my mind lately. Even though I wanted to talk to my only friend about the situation I’m into, I couldn’t tell her at all. Cassandra had once suffered from a miscarriage and I was there when it happened. It was a pity but more importantly a lot more painful for my friend as she had expected her baby to live. After that incident, I had vowed myself to always buying her whatever she wanted; probably also because of the trauma I sustained from that time.

Tell me what did your dad do to you? (Amy) Mom, ever since you divorced dad, dad has been bringing different women home each and every day. When I protest he beats me until I can't move. He even lost his job, he become a drunkard. The worst part is... Tears started flowing down her face. (Roslyn) WHAT DID HE DO?

A broken lamp. And smashed it into his face. Glass exploded. The wolf howled. She kicked. Hard. He stumbled. Damien was on him a second later. Silence fell. Not peace. Aftermath. Damien shifted back. Breathing hard. Blood streaked down his arms. Not his. He rushed to Lia. Dropped to his knees. “You hurt?” She shook her head. Tears streamed. He grabbed her. Pulled her into him. Hard. Not gentle. Desperate.