Goresan Hati Yang Terluka Novels & Stories

It hurts. So badly.

The heart-wrecking, soul-destroying, and ego-destroying kind of pain Lola hurt my ego so much in front of another man, and right now, I feel like my heart is about to explode. I feel like I’m going to burst! Just when I thought we were making progress, this happened. Not having her around is a void in my heart that cannot be fixed; the only solution is that she comes back home. I have been many things, but I have never experienced a heart-wrenching pain like this before. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that she would end up choosing someone else over me. Why does it have to hurt so much? Will I ever be okay emotionally after this? This is like a hole that burns deep into your heart—

But it has died out now, so quit acting like that. He shrugged "Okay, I am sorry if I have annoyed you. I was just angry at myself for causing you this pain. I don't know why, but I could feel anger rising within me these few days. It hurts, it's like a burning larva, which turns everything in me into stone. But that is not what I want. I don't want my heart to be as hard as stone. I want my heart to be filled with love and passion, just like yours." he said meekly.

Hailey*** A month has passed, but it feels like years. Hollis's wounds have finally healed, but the ache in my heart still remains. The memories of that day haunt me, replaying in my mind, a constant reminder of the pain and loss I endured. I fear that the scars will never fully fade, no matter how much time passes. But now there’s a new pain, different from the physical and emotional wounds I’ve known before. It’s the pain of separation, the feeling of being lost without someone who once meant everything to me. The emptiness inside grows deeper with each passing day, leaving me longing for a sense of wholeness that may never return.

Heartaches, it comes and goes. A normal feeling, like someone was stabbing his heart. That striking ache like someone had stabbed so deep into his heart, it breaks in two. The amount of hurt he felt was to the extreme that it has another name for that type of heartache. A Broken Heart.

Ethan ran his hand through his hair frustratedly, “Lisa that shouldn't do anything to us,I love you I assure you I will never allow you to ever get hurt again” Scar stared at him in disbelief, “Do you know what you are asking of me,to forget everything come back even if I were a robot and could somehow erase my memory,what about the scars hmmm” She asked moving closer to him. “What about the scars” She yelled,the pain in her heart was greater than the one in her body. “Lisa I told you I don't care about the scars I love you,I don't even see it,you are God damn gorgeous,I see you for you,and everyone does also,we are all solidly behind you”

"Don't be so highly slut, when you can spread our legs before him then what's the problem with me, I will pay you well, just let me enjoy your holes" “Hatred is a blade which has edges on both sides and when we lower it into someone's chest, it wounds not only them but us too and who can know this better than you. Hate and revenge can give us nothing but destruction but unfortunately, they are not in our control. I can understand what you were feeling at that time because I am going through the same fire but I don't want to be blind to it.” She poured out what she was holding inside her making him stiff. He placed his hand on his chest as he felt merciless pain clenching his heart.

he explained, his voice heavy with sorrow. My heart sank at his words, a surge of anger and frustration bubbling up within me at the thought of what Astraea had been forced to endure. "How could they do this to her?" I muttered, my voice filled with righteous indignation as I clenched my fists in frustration. The healer nodded sympathetically, his eyes reflecting the pain and sorrow that echoed within my own heart. "Unfortunately, the scars of such trauma run deep, and sometimes, even the strongest of souls can be vulnerable to their lingering effects," he said, his tone somber.

Chapter 52 It was a very exhausting day. Francesca left, and Lazarus stayed with me. Luzon was playing with his toys in his room, unaware of what had just happened earlier. I didn't even realize I still had the eco bag containing the groceries and sanitary napkin I bought when I left the condo this morning just to get some fresh air. It felt like I was struggling to breathe, as if I were short of breath after witnessing everything. I know for myself that I was deeply hurt. A deep wound was created on my naive heart years ago. It couldn't be healed, and the only way to stop it from bleeding was to stitch it, to sew it close. But then it would leave a scar.

The betrayal cut deep, tearing at the very core of his soul, leaving him raw and vulnerable. The wounds inflicted upon him were not merely physical but wounds that seeped into the depths of his being, gnawing at his trust and shattering the bonds of friendship. The echoes of their voices reverberated in his mind, each word a sharp blade that pierced through his defenses. The hurt that swelled within him was a relentless wave crashing against the walls of his heart. He felt the sting of tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Instead, his jaw clenched tightly, teeth grinding in a futile attempt to suppress the torrent of emotions threatening to consume him.