Emotional Damage Guy Novels & Stories

I didn't care why he was hurt or what hurt him, all I knew was that I was down to protect Elena no matter what. "Let go of me man!" He protested. "You have no idea the things that she did to me." He continued to say. I let go of him and lowered my voice, holding a sobbing Ekena close to me. "How much does she owe you?" "How much? You can't fucking pay for emotional damage? Do you know the emotional trauma that came with all of her lies and deceit, no, I won't accept money for any-" he was saying but I interrupted.

“I'm a bitter person, my mind is so full of revenge and fear, I am not pretty, I am just so full of havoc! Why are you still saying you're in love with me, I mean I've hated you, planned to kill you, deceived you and lied to your face countless times! Why can't you just admit that you hate me, and you don't love me anymore, just reject me Dane, I promise I would learn to live with it because I'd be glad that you eventually left a problematic person like myself! What have I ever done right in my entire life that would make you love me? I am nothing, I am damaged beyond repair, no one loves me, they only pretend to do so, use me and toss me off like thrash, is that the person who you want to s

“We’ve known each other for three years, baby. Have I ever hurt you?” Despite my warning, Douglas stepped into my space anyway. I froze, unsure of what to do. Maybe it was a bad idea to be alone in an apartment with him. “I love you, Rena. I really do. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I caused you any harm.” “You didn’t think about that when you were fucking other women, huh?” I hissed out. “Or you don’t count emotional harm as harm?” “I’m so sorry, Serena. I shouldn’t have done that. Let me make it up to you, huh?”

He was about to close the door when I reached out my hand. ”No, the door stays open,” I said and gulped. He raised his hands. ”Of course, anything you want. Listen, I just want to say that I'm so sorry about what happened. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I like you, Gabby, maybe more than I should but there’s something about you. Ever since I met you I've felt less alone, not just physically but emotionally. You get me in a way that nobody else does. And yes, maybe it's because we're both damaged which might not be the best way to bond with someone but I’ve never bonded with anyone as I have with you these past few days. I got caught up in that and I messed up, I get it if you never

There certainly was a connection between us both, it really couldn't have all been a lie, I heaved out so loudly Damian turned towards me and I couldn't see Diego look up into the mirror from the front. “Are you okay?” Damian asked in a soft tone, we had been asking ourselves a lot of that lately, to indicate I was fine. “Are you okay?! I asked Damian too with which he nodded to indicate the same. I looked at Damian without blinking for over a minute, he certainly was a great guy but we sure weren't gonna work out. Since everything was coming back to normal, I needed to cut all ties with him. I didn't deserve someone like Damian, I was damaged beyond repair and was only gonna bother him with

“After everything?” “After everything?” I laughed, short and bitter. “You mean after the bet? After the lies? After watching you choose to whore around every single time and still it comes back to me?” Students were slowing now. Watching the scene unfold with their phones already out. I didn’t care. “I was stupid,” Damian said, louder now. “I know that. I was selfish and blind and I hurt you. I regret it every day.” “Regret doesn’t fix damage,” I shot back. “Regret doesn’t undo what you did.”

“You’re still angry, huh?” “No. I’m not angry. I never was. I’m hurt, that’s all.” “Yeah, I can see that.” I sigh. How much damage did I do to her heart this time? Will it ever heal? “I’m an asshole, and sorry isn’t a big enough word, I know.” “You’re not an asshole--” she wipes raven hair from her forehead --“you’re traumatised. I know what that’s like, what it can do to you…to your soul. I mean, I castrated a man to death because of trauma.”

He told me the details with a little smile. “Can I?” I asked as I didn’t care if my voice was hoarse at that moment. “After few hours when she will be shifted in the room. “ He said and with a few other details he left making me slumped down on the chair. Being grateful for everything. “Damn. Love is a sh**y thing.” Daim said most probably after seeing my condition. I’ve lost many of my important men but I never cared less as I always compensated for the family but right now I got to knew no matter how much I give them the loss can’t be compensate by any means.

“But you? You carry emotional destruction everywhere.” His words hit somewhere painful inside me. Still, I refused to give him the satisfaction. “So now I am a destruction?” “You are damaged,” he corrected softly. “And damaged people destroy people around them without meaning to.” “Stop talking.” “But I am right.” “You are not.” “Look at your life carefully.” He stepped even closer. “Your mother's situation. Your family drama. Your suicide attempt. Your emotional breakdowns. Your confusion. Everywhere you go, trouble fucking follows you.” he said, making me clench my fists so tightly.

Damian spoke, putting a band aid on my cheek. I shot a sharp glare at him. If my eyes got lasers, he should be burning alive right now. "How can I calm down when I experienced betrayal and distortion at the same time?!" I barked. I heard Damian take a deep sigh—massaging his temples gently but with little aggression. How can he act stress when I'm the one suffering? Doesn't he feel any remorse? "I caught you before you even land on that rock," Damian hissed. "It barely touched your face!"