Goresan Hati Yang Terluka Novels & Stories

And as their Luna, I can't help but hurt on their behalf. The hatred in my heart for this bastard grows by leaps and bounds. He truly deserves to suffer.

," It may be okay for you to slash my heart and stab it several times But it will never be okay if I harm you with even a minor cut I would not be able to bear the pain on you... All Hearts!!

Jazmine did a backflip in my head as she heard the words Gerry spoke. "I love you, Gerry," I felt the head of his penis piercing the walls of my hymen. I screamed in agony. "Gerry... It burns!" "I know... But it will soon pass." I felt him shoving deeper, and the burning didn't stop. "Ahh, Gerry!"

Maybe he’s forgotten what we were. Sayora finally turned to look at me. Her gaze was sharp, but not unkind. “Would it hurt less if he had?” I hesitated. “I don’t know. Maybe it would hurt differently.” She straightened and brushed her hands clean of dirt. “Love is a wound, Isla. Whether it’s fresh or healed, it still leaves a mark. You can’t keep prodding at it and expect it not to ache.” I looked away, blinking against the sting in my eyes. “You make it sound so simple.”

She's not the kind of emotional person that overreacts to something. "Hush now," he whispered while kissing her head. She sobbed. "Why does it hurt, Carson? Why am I hurting? Why do I feel like my heart's been stabbed and it's fucking hurting? I'm not dying, right?" Carson shook his head and held her chin to lift her head. "That's called heartbreak, Baby. Your heart was broken after seeing them." Krysie cried her heart out. "A-Are you happy she's back? That she's alive?"

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.

VALENTINA My heart felt like it had been ripped open and left bleeding on the side of the road after everything that spilled out between us in the car I understood why Horace was so hurt and pissed because I’d lied about where I went and met up with Harold behind his back but damn it. I was hurting too in ways that cut deeper than his words ever could with his whole family glaring at my blonde hair like it was some curse that would bring their pack down and now even his possessive demon side had latched onto me with that same hatred burning in his eyes every time he looked my way.

I whispered through gasping breaths. My chest heaved with each cry. I rocked back and forth, arms hugging my knees, as the agony I had buried for five years poured out. I cried for the girl who once believed in love. I cried for the mother who could not reach her son. I cried because Alessandro’s gaze on my scars made me feel seen for the first time in years, and that terrified me more than his hatred ever could.

"I don't want to lose you, Angela. Tell me what to do, I'll do anything for your forgiveness." "I don't know," She sighed, rubbing a hand down her face as she felt the back of her eyes stinging with tears. "I don't know anything anymore. I want to hurt you for hurting me, but I know you didn't mean what you said but the scars are imprinted on my heart, what do I do to heal them? It's so complicated. I don't want you, but I want you at the same time. This love-hate relationship is killing me." She breathed heavily glaring at the table.

[Selene's POV] The burning agony on my forearm intensified, a searing brand that felt like fire and ice tearing through my flesh. The broken crescent mark pulsed with a chaotic, living rhythm, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It wasn't just a symbol anymore; it was alive. In my mind, the voice echoed again, closer now, more real than anything I had ever known.