Novel & Cerita Este Dolor No Es Mio

I can’t keep going like this, it has to stop! I'm just tired of this mess and I want to be free from him for good.There is only one thing left to do! There is no turning back from this. Taking a large inhail I try to prepare myself for the pain I know is going to come before I say the words that are going to damage the bond.

That's why I came to sing to you (Por eso te vine a cantar) That life is not going to end, although today it seems (Que no se va acabar la vida aunque hoy) parece With time that pain disappears (Con el tiempo ese dolor desaparece) Let it go (Let it go) Ya déjalo ir (Déjalo ir) That there is no need to suffer this way (Que no hay que sufrir de esta manera) because it's not worth it (Porque no vale la pena) Let go of your life +Deja que se vaya el de tu vida) That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain o

She doesn't seem so sure as she listens , doubt covers her face. "Chica,sometimes life has a way of changing those plans of yours. Watch your corazon " I laugh at that. "No one is going to take my heart, mi corazon is mine to rule" I can control my feelings , no one is stealing my heart.

I knew one thing though, I was not myself. At first I was thinking I was in heat, but that would be impossible since I just had mine not too long ago. A wave of pain courses through my back making me shutter and groan. Soul sprints to me and falls to his knees next to me. "Mia what's wrong?" "Don't worry about me. I think the Italian food just didn't agree with me." He doesn't believe me. "I'm fine honestly. I think this whole day has just suddenly taken it's toll on me."

“Don’t tell me I’m the only one.” You aren’t.

" Eso es lo que piensas eh? (That's what you think huh?)" " Ese es el hecho. Nunca consideraré a un hombre que solo piensa en sí mismo, en la fama, el dinero y el poder como mi padre. Eres asqueroso Alejandro Martinez. Sabes cuántas vidas has arruinado? Cuantas familias? Cuántos niños inocentes? Duermes con la conciencia tranquil y eso es para Mostar lo malady que eres. Nunca te he Amado Alejandro y nunca te amaré (That's the fact. I will never consider a man who only thinks of himself, fame, money and power as my father. You are disgusting Alejandro Martinez. Do you know how many lives you've ruined?. How many families?. How many innocent children?.

I turn on my heel, close to tears, inside I’m a chaos of emotions and trauma, but my exterior is calm and unflustered as if this means nothing to me. “Don’t miss me while I’m gone, Tesoro Mio.” His voice is oozing with charm. It only stabs at my heart more. Unbearable pain that I won’t let him see. “I won’t,” I reply snarkily. Holding myself tall. Fuck you, Jake … Fuck you, Mr. Carrero.

I'm scared. "He's ... he's ... not caught in drugs, is he?" I was sobbing, thinking about the worst. And I'm sorry that I came to Eloy's invitation. I should be comfortable with my baby than to hear the news that all my joints die. "No, not at all." argued Eloy. "Just tell me please." my body is weak, My chest hurts, my chest is tight. I'll be passing out soon. Give me strength. "I'm so sorry." repeated Eloy. Like, can't bear to say I was made hot.

What the hell is wrong with me? *************************