Goresan Hati Yang Terluka Novels & Stories

The pain of scratching at my own flesh mirrored the pain in my heart, yet it offered a twisted sense of control. The room echoed with the sound of my stifled sobs, a symphony of heartbreak and resentment. I dug my nails in the skin, trying to claw out the piece of flesh that held the symbol. Each scratch was a desperate plea for liberation from the chains of his betrayal, a futile attempt to erase the pain that lingered beneath my skin. Hate fueled my actions, a wildfire consuming the love that had once bound us together. I hated him for the lies, for the shattered illusions.

The hurt is immeasurable as if a part of me has been forcefully ripped away, leaving behind a void that can never be filled. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision, as I find myself at the intersection of hurt and anger. It's a tumultuous place, where every emotion battles for dominance. The pain in my hand from striking the center table is nothing compared to the agony in my heart. It's a pain that cuts to the core of my being, threatening to swallow me whole.

He just lowered his head and said, "Ives, I am sorry for all the pain I caused you." Ives smirked and stared at king Raleigh. His eyes were getting red because of tears. Sorry... what could sorry do now? "Haha... All those physical pains were nothing compared to the pain you gave me emotionally, Raleigh." Ives raised his right arm and said, "See... all those physical pains you gave me are already healed but the pain inside my heart, it's still there. It is gnawing me slowly. It hurts. It really hurts badly. How can I heal this pained and damaged heart? Can your sorry do that? Tell me what should I do, Raleigh?"

His touches that drives me foolishly. Where is all that Lucas? Has it disappeared like a bubble? Why can't I feel it? My heart is as cold as an ice flake. I need your hugs! But I can't seem to caress your face anymore? Are you going to leave me forever Lucas? Oh my dear Lucas! Because your love hurts me! You left my heart wounded! I gently rubbed my face! My tears just kept falling awfully. Is there no end to my crying? The anguish of my heart? I feel like being stabbed with a knife! My heart is bleeding profusely!

Haider's horrified gaze traced the scratches that marred her once flawless skin, each mark a testament to the unimaginable torment she had endured. A guttural cry escaped Haider's lips as his heart broke into a million pieces. The pain he felt in that moment was unbearable, a deep ache that radiated through his entire being. It was a pain that transcended his own existence, intertwining with Ameera's suffering and transforming into a primal force that threatened to consume him.

' she said in her mind. Her hatred was so strong that she pulled her hand back, but Gilbert grabbed it all of a sudden and held it to his chest, and said in a hoarse and anguished voice, "Don't leave me, Kisa. Don't leave me..." The woman bit her lip, her face one of intense resentment and hatred. Gilbert's eyes were still closed, and he mumbled, "I'm in so much pain here." He pressed the woman's hand to his heart, and his hoarse voice was filled with indignation and despair. "What will it take for you to forgive me? Kisa, Kisa..."

His eyes reflect the pain and misery she was feeling. "I thought I was okay now, that I healed when I decided to come back here but coming back here just simply brought back the pain and misery I had gone through..." Something sharp pierced her heart from the look of his eyes full of anguish and sadness after hearing her those words full of pain and hatred. As if he was scorched by her words, he unwillingly releases her from his hold.

Well except for the fact that someone who is so insensitive and evil will come and remind me of the pains of yesterday. It would have been fine if it was just like that. But you see, these insensitive people do not only stop making you remember. Because they don’t know that remembering also meant reliving the pains of the past. To add to the initial injury that they cause, instead of placing bandaids on your healing wounds, they will rip off the old bandaids so hard to the point that your healing wounds bleed once more. “Nori is no longer my problem,” I look at Dana straight into her eyes as I say these words. “Shouldn’t you be the one loving and worrying about him?” I tried to restrain myse

Arms crossed. I was feeling really hurt at this point and honestly I just wanted to leave and go to the middle of the main road and stand till a car hits me and knocks my head outta my neck. "Elisa, I’m so sorry," Nathan called out, rushing toward me, his face full of genuine concern. "I apologize for what just happened. Forgive my manners. Elisa, meet Catalina. Catalina, meet Elisa." "Hi, Cata--" I barely got the words out before she raised her right hand, stopping me dead in my tracks.

Ash dripped the liquid onto Liora’s lips, she didn’t wake but he tried again, pleading, massaging her throat, a tiny bit went down. Silence. Nothing. A cry of pain tore from Ash’s chest. It was over, but then the cave answered. Silver veins in the walls lit up, pouring light like waterfalls of metal, focusing on the pool. The soft hum bloomed into a deafening, beautiful chord that shook stone and the Heartspring wasn’t just water; it was the mountain’s soul, waking. Light burst from the spring, lifting Liora, there was a wet sucking sound as the jagged wood shard slid free from her back, hitting stone. The wound closed but didn’t vanish. It left a cruel scar of silver, a lasting mark of Greg