Feeling Hurt Poems Novels & Stories

Marietta thought she had it all figured out, not until everything came crashing down. Accused of doing something she didn't do, and betrayed by those she trusted, she's left to pick up her pieces. But when she finds out she’s pregnant, things get a lot more complicated. Now, she’s fighting to figure out her future—alone, hurt, and ready to take back control. Can she start over, or will her past keep dragging her down?

Their marriage has been written in the stars. Three generations have waited for the union of the two families. But now it is time. Everyone is giddy with excitement, well, all except one. The groom. Feeling abandoned by his reluctant attitude towards their proposed wedding his future bride seeks comfort in the arms of his nephew. A tug of war ensues for Chloe's heart. To do her duty or chase a brand new love? All Chloe Black wants is a lover to call her own, what she steps foot in is a world that can claim her life instead.

"I hate you Jade, and always will" He said to me. I hold back my tears , '' Well the feeling is mutual''. ---------------------------------- Jade and Alex are married now, But only for revenge. Alex wants to make Jade life a living hell. Jade married him to save her mother, she still love his possesive bestfriend. Join Alex and Jade married journey. Who hates each other most. how will they are going to survive with each other . Will their hatred ever going to change into love. Betrays, revenge,laugh, love, shock, surprise. Waiting for you ------------------------------------

"Why would you try to hurt her?" Victor shouted back. His voice was cold towards me, as he held onto Lily's hand. "So you're just going to believe her over your own wife?!" I fired back. Victor ignored my words and drew his attention to Lily and the broken glass. I watched as he carefully collected the pieces and threw them away. "Are you hurt anywhere? Did the glass get you?" Victor asked softly, giving her hand a light squeeze. "No, no. I'm okay now that you're here." Lily's smile was small. "Please don't leave me alone with her again..." **** I, Emelia Russo, once thought I was a woman who had it all—a successful career, and a loving husband. But when a "childhood friend" by the name of Lily Marino re-enters my husband's life, everything takes a turn for the worse. All of a sudden, my once faithful and loyal Victor was lying for her, favoring her, and trusting her word over mine. I became the outsider in my own marriage. When I finally had enough of his secrets and mistreatment of me and called for a divorce, he begged me to stay. "Please, let's go back to how the way things used to be! I'm begging you! Don't leave me!" Victor pleaded. But what happens when I tell him "It's too late."?

Dahlia Bernard gave Desmond Sterlings everything, love, loyalty, and a crown he never earned. She picked him from the slums, built him into a CEO, and handed him the keys to her empire. Love blinded her. Desmond repaid her by betraying her, stealing her company, sleeping with multiple women, and getting her own sister pregnant. A community dick, that's all he ever was. Now, Dahlia isn’t just broken. She’s angry. With Ronan Knight, Drawlwood's ruthless billionaire by her side, Dahlia is ready to reclaim everything that was once hers. And this time… mercy is off the table. ********** I was flung aside, my grip on Roselle slipping as I crashed into someone's arms, Ronan Knight. "Hold in your rage, Dahlia," Ronan's voice was calm. "There are better ways to make them pay. Don’t destroy yourself trying to hurt them. That's not how revenge works." I glanced down at my reddened knuckles. Tears blurring my vision. "Then tell me, Ronan… how do I hurt them?" I choked on my tears. "By becoming untouchable," he said softly. "Become more powerful, more successful. A version of Dahlia they could never break. And then… you make them kneel." He leaned in, a wicked promise in his eyes. "I'll help you rise again, Dahlia. And when you do… they'll beg at your feet."

"Emory, let me introduce you. He is the one who would be your mate in the future. He would be your true mate." Lately, Emory Abernathy had been feeling a sense of strangeness. She often heard strange whispers and recalled strange memories. Worse, her perception of her surroundings had begun to change. Emory knew that Myles Abernathy—her mate—was on good terms with everyone. Myles was very kind and affectionate. As a result, it had become common for her to see Myles hugging and kissing women around the palace, including sleeping with them. Strangely, Emory now found Myles' habits repulsive. Her chest tightened. There was a feeling she could not put into words. She felt suffocated, her heart was beating incredibly fast, and it all escalated because of one night. Jaxon Rolf Forsythe had always been Emory's natural enemy. Their families, or rather their packs, had been feuding for decades, resulting in a rivalry that kept escalating. Strangely, the tension had sublimated into a suffocating thrill that felt profoundly calming. Emory's body and soul were drawn to Jaxon in a way she could not explain, as if they were bound together by an invisible force. Her heart felt called, but her mind continued to rebel. Inner conflict followed. Emory should have loved Myles and hated Jaxon, but what happened now was the opposite. She was confused and then another voice echoed in her mind. "Don't trust anyone."

Scarlet Williams is married to Jared Blakemore who's the richest man in B City. Their lives were disrupted by animosity and unjust allegations. A single erroneous choice caused their sole source of unconditional love to despise them as the The skeletons of the past are never buried. *** Jared angrily pushed into the room. "Can you tell me where my wife is, doctor?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Blakemore. Your wife has left the city." "What do you mean? You were supposed to look after her and the kids." Feeling frustrated, Jared searched the room but couldn't find any of Scarlet's belongings. He did, however, notice a report on the light table. Jared's forehead furrowed as he examined a file labeled "Legal Documents." "What is this?" "They are legal papers," came the reply. Feeling angry and frustrated, Jared stormed down the stairs. "Have you seen Scarlet?" he asked his uncle Nathan. Uncle Nathan was taken aback. "Scarlet left the house this morning. It's better for everyone, Jared. Her presence only riles you up." Jared came to a halt upon hearing the news and was in disbelief that Scarlet wanted a permanent divorce from him. As he ran his fingers through his hair, he took out his phone and called for a thorough search of every corner of B city's airport, demanding the safe return of his wife and children.

Wendy Lloyd's first love, Hudson Clark, treats me like a walking blood bank. Because of that, I end up dying in the rented apartment Wendy has given to me out of contemptuous pity. Today is the third day of my death. My six-year-old son, Terry Heath, finally realizes that something is wrong with me. When he accidentally cuts his finger from playing with his toys, I don't coax him at all. When he tears open a pack of cookies and feeds one to me, I don't stop him at all. When he lies in my arms and grips me by the hem of my shirt while calling out to me softly, I don't respond to him at all. Feeling rather uneasy, Terry finds my phone and calls Wendy. "Mommy, why is Daddy still asleep?" Wendy responds by sending a photo of her and Hudson enjoying a holiday feast together. She then says coldly, "He's just asleep, not dead. Today is Christmas Eve, so I'm very busy right now. "Tell that arrogant father of yours that he's only free to visit me whenever he's ready to acknowledge his mistakes." After that, the call ends. Terry is left feeling stunned for a long time. Finally, he digs out the last cookie from the trash can and snaps it in half. Then, he feeds it to me again. "Daddy, let's eat."

“Know this human,” he whispered darkly, his stormy eyes dark with that primal desire that made my skin heat up. “No matter where you run—” His hand fisted my hair. “No matter how fast—” His cock lined my entrance. “I’ll find you. And claim you.” He sealed the promise by thrusting deep inside of me. And I welcomed him with hunger and slick. *** In a world broken by war, humans exist for one purpose — to breed. Raised inside the walls of a breeding facility, 549 has survived by feeling nothing. But when the Alpha King himself arrives and fate declares her his destined mate, feeling nothing is no longer an option. He is furious. She is terrified. And neither of them has a choice. After a desperate escape attempt costs her everything — her friends, her freedom, her last shred of hope — she finds herself making a devil’s deal with the very man she was running from. His slave. His breeder. But 549 carries something in her blood that people are willing to kill for. A secret buried for over a century. A history that was never meant to be found. And a destiny that could burn the whole world down. The Alpha King’s Forbidden Human Breeder — a dark dystopian romance about surviving a system built to break you, and the forbidden bond that might just set you free.

When we get too much involved in the act of pretending, we lose the idea of knowing the pretense of others. Isn't that how it works? We don't know the acts we do thinking good for the others even to the extent of hurting them to save them from major hurt will cause them to go through much more than we can think of. Sometimes it is not too late to correct the pretenses but sometimes it is late to amend them. Let's see whether it is too late or just in time.