Dark Heart By Sumiya Baloch Novels & Stories

"Shut up! If you love me, you can't do this to me, you won't hurt me, you won't cheat on me! Where is the love you are talking about? It's in your masculinity that you only know how to enjoy it? Fuck you!" He tried to come closer to me but I just pushed him away. "Don't come near me! Don't touch me! I hate you! I thought you're the one for me, you're the one to be with me for the rest of my life, but it seems I was wrong because I was the only one who thought about that. Pity me . I'm so stupid to think that way. I wonder when you've been cheating on me with how many other women you've been with and sleeping with behind my back. Hmmm. Maybe it won't count anymore, right? After a few years of

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

Sabrina garbled wordlessly, your cock in her throat as she was choked by a beautiful topless Australian girl. What even is my life right now?

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

she added. “What’s so fascinating about Ethan that you would do anything for him?” he mocked. “He is the object of my darkest desires. You don’t get to question my desires. He is not to be touched, no matter what,” she instructed. “Fine,” he snapped. “And Marlene?” he asked. “You heard me the first time. Don’t act dumb,” she snapped angrily. “Interesting. I believe you have bigger plans for her,” he trailed off with a sinister smile. “She will be dealt with when the time is right. We’ll get her where we want her,” Jamila smirked, taking the cigarette from him.

Chapter 2 Ye Dil bhi badi kambakht cheez hain Jise ye khona nahi chahti Woh uska hona nahi chahta Jise iski talash hain dilo jaan se pyar hai Ise uska hone se aitraz hain ~Ankita Ghosh (this heart is an idiot whom she wants to be her he doesn't want her and who love her with his everything she doesn't want to be his)

" It just feel like I won the World War... I completed some missing part of my heart, soul and body. .... But I will only make her life hell.. Because. I'm not kind hearted.... I'm monster... And after tonight she will know me.... I thought while smirking.... My heart is not allowed to love ... My love... My heart... Everything.. Died with her.... ____________________________________ Oh my god😱😱😱😱 What did shehryaar plan for her night.... Why he can't love anaya.... Who is that girl... What happened with her....

"You want to play rough, I can play rough. This is some next level shit." Heart beating with adrenaline and anger, she dialled a number she had hoped never to use. A crazy as fuck car buddy that she usually avoided. The guy was a psychopath that had a thing for Riley. He liked to bring her the occasional high-end stolen car as a gift. She usually tried to fly under his radar, which worked fairly well since he was a gangbanger from another county and kept busy with guns and drugs. She didn't like the idea of bringing his focus back to her, but she was reaching the point of having to decide which evil was worse. And Soloman Hart was definitely worse. "Nobody puts hands on me without permission

“How much of your life’s memory did I get?” “Enough to cause you the pain you feel right now.” She wiped away another tear. “How can you sit there so calmly, knowing I provoked you?” “Time has taught me a few lessons. One of them is humility. Although I do not show it often, I do have the capability of expressing it.” “I just want to know if this emptiness I have here,” she held her hand over her heart. “Will ever go away. I have this intense pain that is not my own, and it’s consuming me.”