Hatiku Mendadak Luka Novels & Stories

Until she got reckless. She always did. That was her mistake. I stand slowly and turn toward the mirror bolted to the locker wall. Jesus. I had a torn lower lip. A cut along my cheekbone, already darkening. One eye swelling, purpling at the edges. I tilt my head, studying the damage like it belongs to someone else. “Damn, girl,” I mutter. “You took a hit.” Laughing hurts. My ribs protest immediately, sharp and unforgiving. I hiss and brace a hand against the counter until it passes.

He got up and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes accepting him. he rubbed his thumb against the swollen part on my face and got up to get warm water with a piece of cloth. He then slowly tried to heal my wound but I dont understand how will he heal the cracking pieces in my heart..........

It throws three trees at me simultaneously, the first one landing behind me, the second landed in front of me blocking my path so I had to take a left turn and that’s what made the last one knock me out momentarily I lay on the ground concussed with blood all over my face. It got to where I am, roared at me before picking me up effortlessly and started squeezing my body. This fucking retard must think I’m a soda can. Survival instinct, I started kicking and punching trying to make it let go of me but all my effort is for naught. The knife injury caused by Mr. Addison which Haley patched up has reopened and the bandage is soaking up blood from it

She curled where she cut earlier, but I didn’t see an open wound. When I looked at her, she was biting her lip, showing me her neck where I accidentally bit her last night. “When did you realize you healed fast?” “Let’s go ask Zarah before they hear us.” “Okay.” I didn’t let go of her hand as we reached Zarah’s door. My hand hung in the air when the door opened. Zarah was already in her blouse and pants. “She healed fast.” “I have a feeling she does.” “I accidentally bit her enough to leave a visible teeth mark, but it was gone. Then she cut herself while slicing a strawberry.” I showed it to Zarah, but she didn’t look surprised at all. “You knew?”

Hurriedly, Lucas hustled back to his room, slamming the door as the pain intensified. Striding to the mirror, his facial features tightened the more as he examined his wound. How dare she do this to him? He muttered under his breath, trailing a finger over the wound, the ugly view of her teeth mark staring right back. Adam returned with the items he’d asked for, dropping them on the bed beside him.

I need to hide this, that Alpha from Silver Moon didn't need to see this and looked at me with disgust, just like everyone else. I quickly opened the frigde and took some ice cube while looking around. I'll be dead if Laura or Haris found me. I can't die now. At least not yet. I want to suck the air of freedom before I finally gave up on life. I sat on the floor not too far from the frigde, found myself on the corner just beside the sink and rest there. I bent my knees to my stomach to protect myself and began to put the ice cube on my wounds and rubbing it gently. Hoping it heal a little faster. I got these wound recently, for not ironing Laura's clothes properly. And Haris just adding it b

He was getting angry at me. "This is all mine there is nothing here that belongs to you" I said loudly. Bugh Plakk Mas raka kept hitting me and slapping me even this time he took a dagger and scratched the wound on my arm blood was pouring out I winced in pain but mas Raka just laughed out loud seeing me in pain like this instead of helping it made me hurt even more afterscratching wounds that seemed to be deep, mas Raka hit me again non-stop it really hurt my whole body it felt like all my bones were crushed because of what Raka did.

His claw finally reached my eye, plucking it out of my socket. "W-why didn't you avoid?" he yelled as he was shocked that he ended up plucking out my left eye. "Ah, I was distracted for a second." I replied casually. Instead of worrying about my eye, I better heal him now, as I didn't mean to hurt him this much. But before I could approach him, Wakkin was sent flying, and upon landing on the ground, he was showered with punches by another lycan who came from out of nowhere.

I touched my neck, it was a deep, raw puncture. “Holy shit,” I said, brushing my fingers over it. I had read about stuff like this. “Is this, like your kink or something?” Louis laughed. “You can call it a love mark.” I laughed too, the voice in my head was probably as satisfied as I was. I reached for the knife to cut a cake slice I’d brought and the metal burned my skin. I gasped as I dropped it. “Shit!” I held up my palm as it looked like there was a blister but even as I stared at it, my skin began to heal.

If I was lucky. If I wasn’t, then they would try to throw something at me instead. More than once I was burned by hot coffee, or bruised from being hit by some fruit or vegetable that came with their breakfast. One time I was hit by an apple, and it hit me just right to sprout a gash on the top of my head. I needed stitches for that one, just to stop the bleeding long enough for my slower than normal healing to kick in. Today was worse than all of those combined.