Emotional Damage Guy Novels & Stories

You are really one god-damned psycho. REX/ THE BASTARD/ GOOD DAMMED PSYCHO: you think. Imagine all the fun ways I can kill you. Taking out one organ after the other. AUTHOR: Hell. I didn't sign up for this. *Runs away with inhuman speed.* Now where is our Zacky body. ★★★★★ AUTHOR: oh my gwad Zack. How are you doing? ZACK: Am fine. Thank you bekky6. AUTHOR: So how do you feel about having a male mate?

"Ouch! Why did you hit me like that? That is not fair. I know that you are still angry with me but you have to calm down. I guess I am obsessed with you and I can't help myself. Honestly, I didn't intend to drag you into my room nor had the intention to kiss you but I just found myself doing it. I don't know what came over me but you shouldn't have bitten me on the lips like that and kicked me in my groin. Did you want to damage my balls?" "Will you shut up! You are talking about me damaging your balls. You molested me last night and destroyed my life and you have to guts to say I wanted to damage your balls?" I asked with disbelief. "Well, I know that I hurt you but in no time, you will be

“My hatred…You felt how upset I was?” “Like a bucket of freezing water thrown on me, it shook me to my senses. I won't lie and pretend I wouldn't have hurt him. He got seriously warned. And one punch in the stomach.” I wanted more than anything for him to look at me. Trying to piece ourselves back together on a dance floor was impossible. "Niko, I wasn’t hating you or your wolf, I was beating myself up for being so foolish. For telling you something so important over a mind link, I should have been smarter, I'm such an idiot.”

"Which means he'll see us together again. See that the gala wasn't a one-time thing. See that you've moved on." "You think that'll bother him?" "I know it will." He swirls his scotch. "Julian's ego can't handle losing. And losing you to me—the man he destroyed eight years ago? That's going to eat at him." "Good." The word comes out harder than intended. "Let it eat at him. Let him feel what I felt." Damien's expression shifts something almost like approval. "That's what I want to hear. Use that anger, Esmeralda. Channel it."

He looked like he was in pain as he looked into my eyes. “Ellie, I know that you are strong. I know that you are the strongest person I know.” He told me. Yet I felt numb. “But you can break down just this once.” He told me making me feel the first emotion, in the past hour. I felt confused. Confused by what he meant. “Damien-” Liam started to say something but Damien continued to explain his words. “I know that he doesn’t deserve your tears. I know that you could get through this. But heartbreaks can make even the strongest person cry. I want you to let it all out now. Don’t bottle it all up, Elle.” Damien told me.

My voice rose as the rage that had been simmering finally broke the surface. He stared at me blankly. “Did Florida die?” he asked. My breath caught. “What?” I muttered. “I said,” he continued, his voice colder now, “did Florida die? Did Emily stab her to death? Did she physically harm her? Did she do something intentional to cause damage? Or are you just looking for someone to crucify because you’re angry and emotional?” I clenched my fists. My chest was rising and falling rapidly. “Yes, she did cause damage!” I shouted. “Emotional damage! Do you even understand what it feels like to see your daughter lying in a hospital bed, hooked to machines because someone fed her something that could’ve

I honestly don't know what I keep expecting from him but if this is what marriage is well I have to take what I'm offered besides I was just collateral damage. ‎

"Tawagoto..." The morning illusion shattered when Damien burst into anger, his voice raw with disbelief. "She's gone," he growled. "What the f*ck did she do?" The clang of metal on metal made Emiko jump. Damien had punched the door hard in rage. His knuckles were slowly bleeding from where he'd punched the steel door. "Dami!" she cries out, tears flowing down her cheeks, her heart pounding against her rib. "What are you doing, Dami? You're hurting yourself! Please stop doing this... She grabbed his injured hand, but he flinched away.

I looked at him. He was surprised by my sudden question and looked at me with wrinkled brows. “What?” “Why don’t you seem to be hurt about her being with Henry? Why do you look so okay after seeing them kissing a while ago?” Damon suddenly laughed like a demon that he really is. “Just because someone doesn’t cry already means that they don’t get hurt.” “W-What?” “I’m not a crybaby like you. Of course, I got hurt when I found out that Eris has her boyfriend already, but I didn’t cry. Men are not as vulnerable as you girls. We are much stronger than you, physically and emotionally.”

I press a hand there, as if I can keep them from sinking deeper. “If he loves me,” I say, “why does it always feel like I’m on a leash?” “Because he doesn’t know how to love without holding on too tight,” she says simply. “Doesn’t mean he’s indifferent. Just means he’s damaged.” “So am I,” I mutter. “Exactly,” she says. “Two damaged people trying to build something on a battlefield. Shockingly, it’s not going smoothly.” I let out a sound that’s half laugh, half sob.