Hurt Novels & Stories

Hurt.betrayal.pain.They said these this make you change completely and drastically...well why? It means you succumb to this cruel world easily as you are willing to change your nature and your personality just because you don't want to get hurt, but you can live with the fake demeanour of yours for the whole life. Of Course, human beings always choose the easy way to handle things or to handle life.

Luke sat there, fuming in livid rage but he was mostly hurt, not only physically from his sprained wrist but also emotionally. Pain. That's all Liam brought. Pain.

that must have hurt badly. I didn't mean to hurt him like that…

See how hurt he is. Red marks marred his stomach. Her fingers traced the proof that Jacob had punched him there. She felt his rib cage, where more marks showed. She didn’t feel any broken bones. His belly had firm, hard muscles even while he lay lax, but she didn’t feel anything that would suggest internal bleeding. She tried to stay professional but her fingertips lingered a little too long as she traced an intricate pattern of muscle groups. She couldn’t deny touching him affected her as a woman. He was forbidden, dangerous, and sexy.

I know. "If you can speak you think you haven't been stupid. I know if you're still hurt even after months have passed, you still haven't moved on with my brother. Even if you show you're over it and you're brave, I know if you're not" that's true. I was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Life is really unfair, whoever loved the truth is still the one who got hurt." I promise. "Part of love is being hurt, that's why you're hurt because you truly loved because if you didn't love that person, why would you be hurt, right?"

I kept hitting him insanely until Daniel back was slammed hard against mirror wall ‘CRACK..... CRACK... Clankxxxx........... CRACK......’ entire wall mirror got shattered into sharp piercing piece Daniel entire face by now had turned into deeper shade or purple and blue, thin streams of blood was oozing out from his forehead , hands and neck... however my anger was not calmed, I was here with intent to kill this motherfucker.... As Daniel struggled to stand up on his feet’s I mercilessly pulled him up by his collars and roughly pushed him down in front of my stepmother, by witnessing the fearful look in her eyes I could tell she herself was scared to death....

Robert says, and Josie pulls her mouth from Luke’s to look at the damage and begin healing it. “Fuck that hurt,” Luke hisses as his body trembles.

“He was back there and-” “I know. Marcus invited him.” Triston cut me off, “It’s fine. Just don’t ever go near him. Ever again.” I knew the sound of hurt behind the words he said. I understood why. I cheated on him. I hurt him and now, after three years, he was still trying to cope. “I promise you,” my voice was hushed, “Never again.”

Aris seemed to be so near… yet so far and I was still being hurt up until now. I tilted my head and looked upwards to prevent my tears from falling. For the past six consecutive days, I did nothing except for the crying. I couldn’t believe that the hurt in my heart now was worse compared to what I experienced with Ivan. True enough, the word ‘hurt’ holds a lot more meaning than usual. It holds more than what we could perceive, accept, and understand.

Just because of me someone lost not just one but four lives. Axel rushed over to me, and I just kept crying, as if tears wouldn't stop falling from my eyes. "Damn, are you alright? Do you feel any hurt?" he asked, concerned, and checking me if I had any wounds until he swore again when he saw my hand. "Fuck, they hit you?!" he said frustrated. But I still couldn't speak because of my sobbing. He was referring to the wound on my hand, which had begun to bleed as a result of the broken glass I had touched earlier. But I can't feel the pain here even if the wound is quite big. Maybe it's because of what happened, and I'm numb from the intense fear I'm experiencin