Hurt Band Rapture Novels & Stories

"I know how much you cherish these paintings. Tell me what was damaged, and I'll replace everything." I stared quietly at the ruins on the floor: the paintings that had once held all my girlish dreams, and finally, I just shook my head gently. "That won't be necessary." My voice was so calm it surprised even me. Rocco froze, the words he had prepared catching in his throat. He took an uneasy step forward. "Harper? You're really not angry?" "Brother." I cut him off, bending down to pick up the ruined portrait. "I'm not angry."

" I became silent. His words marked in my head. I don't want to hear those but I know, deep inside, I know he's right. I'm just afraid to admit that what he said was all true, because I know how those will hurt me. I cried again, why is this happening to me? I was like being slapped by reality. This is so suffocating. Truth really does hurt, huh. "I don't know what to do. I regret all those things and the time I wasted. I want them back, I want to be okay. I don't want this kind of feeling that whatever I do, there's already fear inside me," I said. "Then learn how to free yourself," he replied. As if that one is so easy to do. Tsk. I sighed. I look so hopeless. What should I do now? "Ah, wh

But I never told you what the practitioner diagnosed. Ashton's eyes reddened. "The damage they caused to you left your body so severely weakened that you lost 20 years of your life expectancy. There's no way to have a full recovery. "Knowing that you might leave me years earlier than you should have, I just couldn't forgive them!" Hearing the emotion in his voice, I held his hand with an aching heart. "Meeting you is the single luckiest thing that's ever happened to me. We should just focus on the present and make every day count, Ashton."

"More than half the people who registered have left, which is why I am so concerned with recruiting new members. But enough about me. How are you?" "I'm..." she paused, not really sure if she was good enough to claim that all was well, or worse off than the last time they'd talked. "I'm alive," she said finally. "Well, cheers to that," Adnan chuckled as he lifted his glass to hers. Afrah laughed as they clinked, sipping the drink with a distant look in her eyes. "You'll get there," he said, studying her expression. "It still hurts," she said. "But faintly, like the throbbing of an ancient scar."

the doctor continued “And also his legs. His bones are broken. He will heal in about two months. They probably tried to hurt as much they could before killing him but he got saved in time.” Natalie’s eyes were teary but not in pain but in anger. Her fists were clenched tightly trying to control the rage flowing in her. They made a huge mistake in trying to torture Dimitri and not kill him when they had a chance. Because had they done that she would be left in pain and broken down painfully. But now all she saw were the bruises on Dimitri. All she could imagine was how much he must have got hurt by them. And that left in her was a fire, a fire for revenge and fire to make them feel much worse

And now, you're willing to betray that debt of gratitude just because of one woman? Though Harry felt a twinge of guilt, he couldn't take Jeffrey's fists and harsh accusations any longer. The two of them broke into a fight. I hurried to break them apart, but before I could, Ember let out another pitiful wail. "Harry, it hurts so much!" Harry stopped fighting at once. He scooped her up into his arms and rushed off without a backward glance. Jeffrey's face went cold as he turned to look at me, his eyes flashing with anger.

Just as my willpower was going to break, someone pulled the door open, and the laughter of four of my bandmates filled my ears. “Oh, pardon us, Auðr.” Rhapsody laughed. “We didn’t think you’d still be…” Zeidan paused, eyeing Sage. “Entertaining.” I’ve known these shitheads for a long fucking time. I sired all of them, giving them purpose in life after their mortal life drove them to self-harm. I save people from their worst moments and give them reasons to continue. In my band’s case, it is music that they live for.

Noticing the injuries on my head, he released Megan and said, "Forget it. I'll take you to the hospital first." After the words left his lips, he reached out to me, but Megan suddenly placed her palm on her shoulder and cried, "It hurts so badly! Isaac, Emily stabbed my shoulder. The pain is killing me!" Panic washed over Isaac when he saw Megan's bloodied back, and all the concern he had for me evaporated. He picked her up and headed out, saying, "I'm sending her to the hospital. Get yourself an ambulance and call me after you're treated. I'll pick you up."

Why would I let the murderer walk away? Vanessa froze. Victoria raised a hand to slap me, but Declan caught her arm. "Selena, have you lost your mind?" His voice thundered with fury. "Do you have to cause trouble for me today? Every single thing I tell you not to do, you insist on doing. If you ruin this banquet, what exactly do you gain?" Eyes red with tears, Vanessa stepped in front of the enraged Declan, shielding him with her slight frame. "Alpha, please calm down. Everyone's watching. Ms. Hawthorne, one day Declan's mother will be your family, too. Even if you hate her, you can't stand here and curse her in public like this!"

My black fitted tee coming in view. The guy looked at me with an emotion I had known for years, lust. Tsking, I stretched my muscles, producing a pop sound. The crowd roared again making my body twitch in excitement. Taking a step closer, I saw his face filled with scars. A tattoo leaked out of his collar---Black rose with snake. “Back off girl or you’ll lose a limb.” He hissed. "Name?"