Goresan Hati Yang Terluka Novels & Stories

The easter washes slowly across my skin seeping from my hair down to my toe, I feel my muscles become immediately relaxed. I scrub carefully at my body. "Fuck" I whine as I feel my arms graze across the spits where the broken bottles had pierced me. Bending over I pick out each and every piece, each time a new pain as I pull them out I feel the soreness on my skin but slightly I brush across it.I had not felt the pain when it pierced it but pulling it out now makes me understand the reality of things. Oliver had pierced my heart when he said goodbye for quite a major reason. I've been trying to pull out the broken pieces of my heart.

Gore opened his eyes to the raising sun, and the feeling of being watched. “Gurt!" Harlow was excited to see him awake. He leaned his head slightly to the left to look at the smiling child. “Gurt!" She jumped on him, causing him to wince. "Harlow," he grunted out, his chest still hurt, and his wound hadn't healed yet. She smiled at him, still sitting on his chest. "Easy on him Harlow," Karina pulled her off Gore's chest, then pushed her gently out the door.

“I’ve already moved on…” But my heart, cruel, stubborn, and treacherous, refused to cooperate. Tears blurred my vision before I even realized they had begun falling. God, I freaking hate this. Hated how easily the pain resurfaced. I hated how deeply it still cut. Hated how his name alone could undo me. “Why…” My voice cracked, barely audible in the emptiness of the room. “Why does it still hurt?” No answer. There never was. Because some wounds do not heal. They simply learn how to sleep. And tonight, mine had awakened.

Ash said so I looked at him. "Why did you put a band-aid on my finger? There's no wound on that." I asked completely ignoring what he had said. "Your finger doesn't have a wound, but your heart has, it's even quite huge and since I can't put a band-aid on the wound in your heart, I'll just put it on your finger. Didn't we believe before that whatever wounds we have, can be healed by this band-aid and our wounds heal immediately? I hope that whatever medicine this band-aid has will flow to your heart and heal the wounds in your heart, I know that, unlike a physical wound, the wound in the heart will take longer to heal, but I hope it will gradually reduce the pain and anger in your heart and

I never knew love could hurt like this and I started wishing to never know what love is. The unbearable pain made me long for someone to hug and comfort me. I began calling upon my father's name, seeking refuge and solace. The hurt ran deeper than anger. The realization that I was in danger at the hands of my own mate shattered my heart. Holding my ripped dress, I tried to cover myself, left alone with the overflow of misery inside me.

It pulsed violently against my skin, responding to the fear, betrayal, and heartbreak crashing through me like a storm. Every beat sent a fresh wave of agony through my veins, like fire coursing beneath my flesh. I clutched at it, but it only grew hotter, tighter, as though feeding on my anguish with ravenous delight. Too much. It was all too much.

He blocked himself, covering her body from his. A loud crashing was heard. Danielle and Anthony was under the pile of woods. Under the rumbles, Danielle turned to face him. Her body was lying on the ground. She touched his face and her heart was breaking as she looked at him struggling to keep them alive. “ Honey, I'm sorry! I love you!” Danielle cried silently. Her tears fell from her cheeks. “ It's okay, my love. I'm here. I love you more!” Anthony was pushing himself up while they were stocked inside the rumbles.

I'll have to endure the pain of having my heart broken until it will kill me slowly. Kung masasaktan man ako, iyong malayo at hindi nila nalalaman at nakikita. I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me hurt because of them. Ayos lang na masaktan ako pero hindi ako papayag na makita nila iyon. I am miles far from them. The situation was year away from now but still I am hurting. The pain was still there like it only happened yesterday.

Tears sting the back of my eyes “But I look at you now I feel this hate I've never felt before, I thought the hate I carried for Roman at the time was deep, but it's taking everything within me to not cut you to pieces and drain you of your blood. You ruined me and took away every plan and dream a child could've had. You took away the choice I had to be a woman, and you made me this, heartless and hate-filled person and I hate you for it. I hate you so much that I could kill you even after you're already dead, which doesn't even make sense” He doesn't say anything, just me with a glare, and turns to look outside. “We're waiting for Roman, he deserves to be here too. To have a piece of the be

After around three hours of endless pain and torture, he finally got tired and left me there, chained, in the basement with blood gushing out of me. Minutes later, a man came down and unchained me. He sent me an apologetic look before walking away. I didn't need his fucking pity. I went to my room, stitched and cleaned my wounds before taking a bath. Then I welcomed sleep. ** I concealed my bruises and my dark circles I got because of the nightmares. I couldn't sleep like always. I then slid on my jacket and boots before leaving the house. I was going to meet my grandmother, Jennifer. She's actually my adopted mother's mother. She has always been welcoming to me and treated me like her own g