Heart Wrenching Romance 소설 & 이야기

“It was perfect, Owen. Today, everything we have been through. This emotional roller coaster we were on and the trials we faced… I just could not envision there being a more perfect time than when we had reconnected, made up and once again, expressed to each other how much we loved each other. That’s why I knew I wanted it to be tonight, I knew it had to be tonight and it was everything I ever wanted and more, so much more.” “Did it hurt?” He asks and I can feel the worry as he tensed when he asked the question. “I’m not gonna lie, it did but it was one sharp, quick pain and then the pain was over. It felt good after that.” “I’m sorry it had to hurt.”

Roman brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, fingers shaking before he snatched his hand back, like touching her would reveal too much of what he felt. “You’re burning up,” he muttered. “And you’re bleeding through the stitches again.” “You’re bleeding too,” Elena shot back softly, pointing at the fresh red stain spreading across his shirt. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.” Roman looked down at the blood, then back at her, his expression softening in a way he didn’t intend. She cared. Even when she was hurt. Even when her heart was bruised and quietly breaking. She still noticed him. Still saw him.

She felt a spark of desire ignite within her, a flame that threatened to consume her. Collins' kiss was like a wildfire, spreading through her veins, leaving her breathless and wanting more. As they broke apart for air, Isabelle's eyes met Collins', his gaze burning with a passion that left her trembling. She felt like she was drowning in his eyes like she was losing herself in their depths.

He seized me, his hand clamping around my throat, slamming me against the wall with brutal force. The suffocating pressure swallowed me whole, sharp pain pricking my chest like a thousand needles. That look in his eyes—it was the same as in my last life, the same gaze he had thrown at me countless times. "Let go…" I clawed at his arm with every ounce of strength. His hand twitched under the pain, then he flung me aside. The impact sent me crashing to the ground, but in that instant, I saw his hand twitch forward on reflex, only for him to clench it tight and yank it back, leaving nothing but venomous hatred burning in his gaze.

Still, his eyes stayed fixed on me, unwilling to close. Blood poured from the wound on his back, staining my hands bright red. I held him tightly, my fingers trembling as my tears fell in silence. I was overwhelmed by anger and an indescribable, complicated pain. Once we arrived at the hospital, doctors rushed him into emergency surgery. Thanks to quick action, he was narrowly saved from death. Still, the injury was severe, particularly to his heart. He would have to be extremely careful from now on, as any misstep could easily become fatal.

“Whatever Cruz writes, whatever he whispers — it doesn’t matter. You’re mine.” Valentina’s laughter rang out, dazzling, as though nothing had changed. But her nails dug crescents into his shoulder, her voice sugar-slick and shaking. “Careful, husband. If you say that enough, you might start to believe it.” The violins rose, the room spun, and the crowd saw only perfection: Romano and his flame, untouchable, inevitable. But beneath the waltz, her pulse thundered. Beneath the mask, his fury burned.

"She has spoken. The maiden is mine. She is mine." Rome clenches his jaw. I can see it in his eyes that he wants nothing more than to rip the fallen angel into shreds with his claws. Rome stays quiet, biting back his words. Instead, he averts his glowing green eyes to mine, and my pulse rises. My eyes absorb every part of him, they absorb all the broken parts. Every fragmented part of him causes my heart to ache immensely. I can feel his pain— physically and emotionally, and I fight back hot tears from streaming down my cheeks.

"I'm coming inside, Riley. We have a few things to discuss." She gasped. "Fuck that! You are so not coming inside my home. I've had enough of you, Mr. Hart!" "Soloman," he growled, stepping into her space and forcing her to step back until her back hit the door. He reached out swiftly, took her wrist and twisted until she dropped the keys into his other hand. She cried out, but he hadn't really hurt her. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply without harming a beautiful hair on her head. He took her arm, unlocked and opened the door and pushed her inside. She stood gaping at him as he punched in the alarm code.

As I left his territory, my heart broke, not caring if Roman felt how I felt, and then I realized that I was not wearing my bracelet. ***** Roman I was in my office talking to my Beta Axel when I felt this excruciating pain in my chest, I fell back on my chair and held my chest. The burning was unbearable, I asked my wolf, "What is going on?" He said, "Our mate is being unfaithful," Axel tried to help me up and I said, "Leave now," breathing heavily and he left. It hurt for about fifteen minutes and my mind was going all over the place about who would touch the King's mate before it stopped. I was furious, "That bitch, whoever touched her would die," I left my office to head home to find out

This wedding, however, forced her to open her eyes to the cruel truth. She couldn't accept it and didn't want to. Her heart ached so much that she wished she could tear it out. Tearfully, she looked at Darren. Her heart was filled with a complicated interweaving of despair and extravagant hopes, forming a dense web that enveloped her. It made it difficult for her to breathe. Just as she suffered from the heart-wrenching pain, she vaguely saw the man she had liked for many years furrowing his brows. His beautifully godlike face showed indiscernible emotions. He said faintly, "No."