Novel & Cerita Feels Like We Had Matching Wounds

suddenly we laughed because of the circumstances Apart from the sad story, I also asked something that also made me doubt, "Anna, maria. I had heard this from the werewolf-like. When I became a mate of one of them, the wolfman also felt the same wound if I was injured. If I liked another man, he also felt the same wound. How could it be? I mean, we are indifferent bodies and different minds, right? "I said.

I knew this pain, I remembered it, but it was so much worse now that I donned his mark and he donned mine. Fire and razor blades! A deadly combination that had me writhing like a fish being deprived of water. The mark on my shoulder felt as if it were burning my skin, searing it to make itself known, to tell me that my other half was mating with someone that wasn't me.

The wounds of the past slowly transformed into scars, a reminder of the strength that had carried us through the trials we had faced. In the quiet moments, when the world retreated into a hushed lull, we shared our hopes and dreams. We spoke of a future built on a foundation of trust, love, and unwavering support. Our hearts, scarred but resilient, beat in sync as we envisioned a life together, one where the pains of the past would serve as a catalyst for growth and a testament to the strength of our bond.

And now, it was out in the open, staining my table like the wine. The victory felt like ashes. The hunt was tearing my own pack apart.

Blood dripped from the wounds, pooling on the floor beneath me. But it wasn’t just the blood that made my stomach turn—it was the way they looked. The pattern, the way the cuts seemed to overlap, as if someone had done this before. Someone had done this before.

“I don’t believe this was an accident.” Victor narrowed his eyes. “What are you saying?” Liam exhaled sharply, his hands trembling with barely contained rage. “When you mindlinked us… something hit me. It wasn’t just guilt or shame. It was painful. A deep, sharp pain like something was twisting inside my heart.” The others nodded, their faces grim. Zander clenched his fists. “I felt it too. Like someone ripped something out of me.” Matthew’s voice was lower, haunted. “It wasn’t just pain. It was a loss.”

I felt like a chunk of my heart had been viciously ripped out. Seeing me like this, Ricardo felt a momentary pang in his heart. He paused, his eyes reddening as his voice softened. "I promise I'll have someone make you an exact replica… Va Bene?" I looked at him, and whatever lingering hope I'd held for him died. "No need. What I wanted… is long gone." I sank to my knees. With my fingers, I slowly gathered every shard of the broken opal into a velvet pouch, not even leaving the tiniest speck of powder behind.

he smiled. I sighed and threw my head down. "Please" I whispered in defeat. "Leave" I said I closed my eyes when I heard the door open and close again. I fell onto my bed and allowed my tears to fall out. *** The doctor came into to check my wounds and said that my wound will heal soon, but what about the wounds in my heart?...who will heal them?. My family was crying when they saw me in the hospital bed again. I was now ready to go home. I could walk a bit as luckily the cut wasn't that deep. I just limp a little but I could walk thank god.

I devoured the curve of her waist, the dimples around her hips, the softness of her stomach, and the teardrop shape of her breasts. The same body that nourished her daughter. The body that housed and protected her from harm. I stared at the claw marks along her back, jagged wounds that healed poorly. It was a miracle she didn't feel pain every moment of the day. Teeth punctures that matched the ones on me. Circular burns scarred her shoulders, along her spine. I didn't need to ask her about them, I saw the story of her marriage written across her skin. If we stood beside one another, our stories would look remarkably similar. We looked like a matched pair. Hurt by the same person.

As if the universe had decided because 'All this is no coincidence. That night they both slept peacefully. This was the place where they belong. They need each other. They have gone through a lot, and they will go through a lot, but they are ready as they get each other at the end of the tunnel. Everything, every pain would be worth it at the end because they can have each other again. Yes, everything would be worth it.