Novel & Cerita Heart Wrenching Romance

“I cannot lose you, Irene.” The words landed hard. No conditions attached. No qualifications. No but. Just truth. Raw enough to bruise. I swallowed once, suddenly aware of how violently my heart was beating against my ribs. “I understand the terms now,” Romeo said quietly. “You refuse to be loved halfway. You refuse to live inside emotional quarantine conditions. I understand that.” Something in my chest twisted painfully. “You don’t want me as a romantic partner,” he continued. There it was. The surrender. Not strategic.

AIDEN It felt like my heart was going to be right out of my chest as I was seeing my tears happening right before my eyes. The phone in my hand grew shaky even though I was still filming the scenery of my mother's betrayal of Ellie's father who had probably trusted her enough to leave her all that time to go handle business somewhere else.

"Cat, please don’t divorce Matthew! It’s my fault, I was wrong. Please, don’t leave him… I want you two to be happy." She desperately clung to me. Out of instinct, I pushed her hand away, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. Matthew rushed forward out of nowhere and shoved me back. I stumbled, hit the edge of a nearby table, and felt sharp pain pierce through my abdomen. I felt warmth spread down my legs, and in moments, blood pooled on the floor where I stood. "My baby... my baby..." was all I could manage. "Hold on, Cat! I’ll get a doctor right now!"

His eyes reflected more than physical pain—they reflected longing, regret, and something else she couldn’t quite name. “Today I was stabbed, but the pain in my chest doesn’t compare to what I feel here.” His hand lingered over his heart, fingers curling slightly. “It feels like my heart is being torn apart.” Amara’s breath caught. She understood now—he must have felt it. The faint bond between them rippling when she had been with Darius. Wolves always felt it when their mates shared intimacy with another. “I have to go,” Damon muttered, his voice barely steady.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

My heart twisted so violently it felt like it would tear itself free. Roman's grin grew wider. "You see? He knows the truth. He knows that wishing is not salvation; it is surrender. It is chains. He would rather die than see you bound to me." "Then let him go!" I spat, voice shaking, throat raw. Roman leaned his head back, chuckling like I was a child throwing a tantrum. "He is already mine. He donated his heartbeat to save yours. I have the beat of his life in my possession, Raine. If I wanted it, he would be suffocating this moment."

I grip his shoulders and latch onto him, slowly cupping his handsome face. “I can’t fight anymore,” I whisper. “I… I’m attached to you.” All the walls that Roman has built around himself with me start to crumble. I can see it on his face. His eyes soften. The bricks come down one by one with that soft exhale. I let my hand trail down, right on his chest, until I feel his heart beating under his tattooed skin. I’m about to pull him into a kiss, but that’s when something on my inner left wrist starts to burn.

I could feel his gaze burning into my back as I walked further away. I winced as Dario's hold became even tighter. "Dario let go" I whispered but he ignored me by clenching his jaw and continued walking. "You're hurting me" I said which made him stop. He looked down to my wrist, hurt flashing on his face. His expressions softened as he held my wrist and kissed while looking into my eyes. "I'm sorry my love....I didn't mean to hurt you" he said with a husky voice. He kissed my wrist a few times, still keeping his eyes locked with mine.

It was so relatable to her own life experience. Not only her, but even Michael was also stunned. In the second section earlier, Christina felt something familiar with the man, and so she asked about his views on love and marriage. Bill’s answer pleased her greatly. A fleeting passion was not love, as love could only be achieved when two hearts truly become one after years of hard work. She could have been saved from her suffering if she had learned about this earlier. Her marriage with Michael happened because they mistook passion for love. Their marriage came to an end when the passion fizzled out.

"Because I am trapped Ryan, I really want to leave you alone, I want to stop being your pawn and finally live for myself but I'm trapped, trapped by my own heart." "I don't understand" I said. "You can't understand, not when your heart has never known love before. When you are in love Ryan, you do everything you can just to put on a smile on that person's face even if it means breaking all your principles and ethics. You might think that's foolish but I am foolishly in love with you even when I know I'll probably be heartbroken in the end." She said sadly. "I... Susan... I'm... I'm sorry" I stuttered.