Dream Crushed Novels & Stories

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

Zara barked. They ended the video and left her there, giggling with satisfaction as they walked away. Dream's body was literally on fire, her old injuries were touched during the beating, opening new ones and Inflicting new ones on her. She groaned as she tried to move her body, the pain of the injury coupled with the feeling of paint restrained her from moving freely. She was on a field with piercing grasses and sticks which poke the bruises as she moved. She finally gave up and started thinking of her life.

The dam collapsed, unleashing Carmela’s frustration and sorrow like a tempest. "I despise you!" she yelled, her hands tightening as she weakly hit his chest. "I despise you immensely!" Damion remained unfazed as her fists struck his solid, well-built chest. His lips moved slightly, showing more amusement than irritation, as if her efforts to wound him were merely a trivial nuisance. "You're pathetic," he whispered, his tone filled with derision. Carmela's strikes diminished as her tears started to stream down. “Why are you so hard to deal with?” she murmured the inquiry, her voice breaking. "I believed… I believed perhaps this would be different, That you would be different. But you’re just—

At Damien’s office He was in a good mood when he learns about Jamie and Franz break -up. “It’s not enough! I want the two of you to feel what I felt when she declines me many times. My revenge will never be enough if I couldn’t make the two of them suffer… My revenge is not yet done, this is just a preliminary. I will come back and make the two of you taste the pain of my wraths! I will make the two of you pay for your blood in every heartache I’ve suffered!” He swears to himself to get even for both of them…They will never be happy he swear… Damien’s state of mind is not ok since he stops taking his medicines his becoming a very dangerous person.

Amara’s POV Heartbreak does strange things to people. Some cry into tubs of ice cream. Some stalk I*******m feeds like masochists, staring at pictures of people they’ll never be. Me? I buried myself in work. If Damian Cruz thought one kiss—one cruel dismissal—was going to unravel me, then he didn’t know who he was dealing with. So when he dropped yet another stack of files onto my desk that morning, lips curved in that infuriatingly calm way, I didn’t flinch.

Not that it’s surprising coming from the Dark Fang Pack. Are we all just pawns of tyrant men? I suddenly have to stop. I close my eyes and grip the broom handle as pain wells up in my chest again. Fucking Ezra. I scream in my head. Every time a surge of pain hits, I hold the broom tighter and scrub the floor harder. “Are you okay, Curls? You look like you’re about to cry,” Dash says. “I’m fine!” I snap. “Damn…okay.” “Sorry,” I whisper.

Each repetition was a fresh wave of pain, reality crashing down on the fragile sandcastle of my dreams. Damien, my first love, a love that could never be. It wasn't just a crush. It was him. It was always him. And he would never, could never, feel the same. The lie tasted like ash, a bitter reminder of the truth I could never speak. I was alone with my secret, my love, and the crushing weight of a future where Damien would always be just out of reach.

she added with a sigh full of longing, still staring toward the dance floor like she was watching the climax of a romance film. I couldn’t answer her. I couldn’t even breathe properly. My hand was screaming before my mind caught up. A sharp, wet pain bloomed across my palm, and when I finally looked down, I saw the crystal stem of my glass cracked and blood beginning to mingle with the last traces of gin. A jagged shard had split off the rim, biting into my palm, and the clear liquid was leaking out slowly, along with a thin stream of blood. I had crushed it, just as I wanted to crush the image my brother with Abigail seared of into my mind.

Don't Say You Love me - Fifth Harmony 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Crushed! Die! Down! Dying! How to describe my current condition. I'm down. I feel like dying. I did not expect my fate ended tragically like this. Who wants herself like this? Nothing! Only one thing I can do. Cry! After three days of slumping, I shut myself in the room and could only cry. I remember, for three days, only one meal entered my stomach. Miraculously my stomach always feels full.

Contacting Damien within the next few days is impossible,all thanks and gratitude to hearth stone Drake. My heart wells and tightens, blood flow slumpy and death wishes surf my thoughts. Guilt and regret surf my veins. Damien seemed extremely hurt and heartbroken earlier today. He seemed shattered and devastated. His eyes stressed and lack sleep. Curiosity regarding his current emotions surge me. He's certainly devastated,hurt,broken and shattered. A minute explanation alone. A minute explanation over explain the video, that's my greatest desire but Drake's non contact rule ruins everything. Damien's emotional hurts within these next few days is my fault and it tears me. It bores deep soring