Goresan Hati Yang Terluka Novels & Stories

I tried to touch his cheek but he slapped my hand away making me tear up. He placed my hand on his heart "Do you know how much hurt you have caused this?" he pointed to his heart. He chuckled "Of course you wouldn't know as you are too busy letting other men in between your legs" he spat with disgust. I stood there too shocked to say anything.

- Riven I run my finger down the length of my wound, which is already starting to scar. The only thing that leaves me concerned is the fact that it still aches after all this time. I don’t know what that bitch Kera used to try and take me down, but whatever it is, it’s leaving a lasting effect.

Izan was hurt. He didn't understand where the pain was coming from as he felt like something punctured his heart. Two days after Astra's accident, Izan had been feeling strange. He felt like his heart was in danger. He could be working and abruptly, it would feel like someone pierced his heart with a needle.

Why does this have to hurt so bad? It’s as if someone tore my heart out of my chest, chewed around on it, and spat it out, covering it with dirt. Not that I would notice anything after it has been torn out. My soul has been sliced with a hot fire, burning right through it, leaving nothing but burnt ground and ashes. The ringing in my head is driving me insane, and I growl inwardly, begging for it to stop. For it to have mercy with me. My skin feels cold, way too cold, and my teeth start shattering while the tears are still streaming down my face endlessly.

*** How do you feel, read this part? There are those who are sad and don't imagine being Rangga. Is there a goiter with Gerald?

The sight of their pain, their tears, haunted him—they were his mates, and he had betrayed them. As he raced through the woods, their pleas echoed in his mind, reminding him of the pain he had inflicted on them. The blood staining the ground, their Moon markings that he had stolen, the magnitude of his rejection weighed heavily on his conscience. How could he ever face them again? What words could justify the harm he had caused to his other halves? Overwhelmed with emotion, he collapsed for a brief moment, clutching his chest and fighting for breath.

I advised, my eyes still on the burn mark. “It’s just a burn Elaine, it's nothing I can't handle.” Zade murmured, his voice was uncharacteristically soft. I bit my lips, gazing upward to look fully at his back, and that was when I noticed it, the long gash that he had on his back. It went across his shoulder blades to the end of his waist. I blinked twice, my vision began to blur. My fingers ghosted over the scar, memories coming back.

I sat at the sofa, my coronary heart pounding in my chest. Jake paced the residing room like a caged animal, his brow furrowed with anxiety. I may want to feel the load of silence placing between us, thick and uncomfortable. “Sarah,” he started out, strolling a hand thru his hair, “I’m simply sorry approximately earlier. I didn’t mean to harm you.” I crossed my arms, trying to protect myself from the pain I felt. “You didn’t mean to hurt me? It felt like you probably did precisely that, Jake. You allow me see that image, and it made the entirety worse.”

"Stop being gentle with me! It hurts more than if you had cursed me. Can’t you see that? Your simplicity, your calmness—it’s like you’re standing in peace while my world is burning." Tears blinded me, and I sobbed until my voice broke. I tried to push him when he reached out, but he caught my wrists gently, too gently. I pulled back with all my strength, shaking my head. "Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare try to calm me when you’re the reason for my pain." "Lorna..." "No," I whispered, my chest aching. "Don't call my name. You’ve hurt me in a way I’ll never forget. You’ve carved a scar so deep, not even time will heal it. And do you know the worst part? I still love you."

The moon, a silver crescent against the velvety night sky, cast a soft glow upon their weary faces. Silence enveloped the trio, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the rhythm of their breathing. The wounds inflicted by the hurtful words lingered, their pain etched into the fabric of their souls. Each of them carried the weight of guilt and regret, uncertain of how to navigate the fragile path towards healing.