Harmed Mga Nobela at Kwento

" Hmm...hulaan ko, sinaktan ka na naman ng dad mo no'h?" "Actually, hindi niya ako sinaktan physically. Pero emotionally... oo! Sobrang sakit ng ginawa niya friendship." "Huh? W-what do you mean?" naguguluhang usisa ng aking kaibigan. "Sobrang aga kong nagising dahil sa malakas na sigawan nina mom at dad." "Bakit, ano daw ang pinag-aawayan nila?" ani Stacey habang abala sa pag-order ng pagkain namin.

I hate movies. I gonna break his fucking hand for touching her when I faced him I fucking swear to God. He will not get away from this. I should be the only one touching her, not him, not anyone. I relaxed when I saw them being cornered by my men. I leaned my head at the back and watched them. My eyes darted at her face, magulo ang buhok niya and breathing heavily but she still managed to look so beautiful. When I saw her run again I didn’t react. I know her, she’ll come back. I sometimes hate how kind and thoughtful she is, because that’s the reason why she always gets hurt. People take advantage of her optimism and compassion and I despise them.

Masarap kasi. " Masarap ka kase magluto dude. Kilala mo naman yan kapag hindi masarap hindi niyan kakainin " sabat pa ni Zarick rito. " I know that " sang ayon pa nito sa sinabi ng huli. Napailing na lang ako sa kanila at kumuha ng kubyertos at inayos ang lamesa. Natapos na ako sa pag aayos ng lamesa ng pumasok si Zero sa hapag.

“Am I hurting you?” “What? No.” “It looks like you’re…” And the thought finally sinked in. “Oh.” Troy smiled, mischief now dancing in his eyes. “You think I’m hurting because you’re sitting on me?” He asked with a playful smile. “Eh kasi…” I hesitated. I couldn’t find the right words to say. Fudge. “I want you, Hope. I want you so bad,” he then said softly. I know. Ramdam ko iyon. Literal na ramdam ko sa inuupuan ko.

Then the metal met her flesh. A shriek tore from Nina's throat—raw, guttural, broken. The searing heat sliced through her like lightning, pain blooming outward in violent waves. Her body writhed in the chains, muscles spasming uncontrollably. She squeezed her eyes shut as a scream tore from her throat, echoing off the stone walls. The room held its breath. When he finally pulled the iron away, the shape of the H was scorched into her skin—angry, red, and permanent.

Ramdam niya ang sakit na nararamdaman ng kaibigan. Yung sakit na gusto mong mahalin ang isang tao ngunit hindi na pwede. Hindi na pwede, hindi dahil sa ayaw na ng puso mo ngunit hindi na pwede dahil alam mong may isang tao na masasaktan. Isang tao na walang ginawa kundi mahalin ka at ibigay ang respeto na nararapat para sa kanya. Paano siya magiging masaya kung alam niyang may isang taong mangungulila?

Ang dami nilang dinamay dahil sa katarantaduhan nila. “Please... Do the favor for me... I... I can’t hurt him the way he did to us, kaya... Please... Do that for me...” I pleaded, my voice cracking from all the pain, hurt, anger and madness. Lumapit si Elio sa akin tsaka ako niyakap. “I can’t... They’re still Harvin, Haven and Harry’s parents... I can’t hurt them...” Elio’s voice soft and relaxing.

“Are you hurt?” Umiling ako, kahit ang totoo, hindi ako okay. Nanginginig ang kamay ko, mabilis ang tibok ng puso ko. Hinawakan niya ang kamay ko, steady, warm, parang nagtatangkang gawing normal ang lahat. “They won’t touch you again. Hindi ko hahayaan.” “Damian…” halos pumutok ang boses ko. “Ito yung kinatatakutan ko. Yung mga kaaway mo—they’ll use me. Hindi ako safe!”

At ikinumpas lang ni Vander ang kanyang kamay ay biglang nagsabugan ang mga katawan ng mga naiwan na rebelde at kumalat ang mga dugo sa paligid. Halos bumaligtad ang sikmura ni Haze dahil sa nakikita niya. It was brutal and merciless. Kahit sina Josh at Bryce ay pikit matang hindi pinipigilan si Vander dahil alam nilang hindi na nila ito mapipigilan. This is the collateral damage. They choose to strike then they must pay it with their life.

“Holy fucking shit!” Hindi niya alam kung bakit sobra siyang apektado sa impormasiyong nalaman sa araw na iyon. Isa lang ang kaniyang natitiyak at batid niyang may nabubuo na naming malasakit sa dibdib niya para kay Sheeva. He couldn’t even imagine how difficult and painful for someone like Sheeva Mae to live a life after a crucial life tragedy, yet he was there, acting like a heartless son of a bitch all along and mistreating the poor woman.