Hurtful Love Novels & Stories

I wanted to know how Irvin could show how much he loved me and acted like he couldn't live without me, yet still hurt me so deeply. True love wouldn't allow you to hurt your loved one like he did me. Take me for instance. No matter how much Irvin had hurt me or how much I had hated him, I had never once tried to hurt him. Even now, I still wished for him to live a happy life. "It's because I'm selfish," Irvin said. "My love was far too self-centered. Back then, I had been so hurt by that misunderstanding that I wanted you to feel the same pain. I even wanted you to hurt so badly that you would wish you were dead.

The person that is supposed to love and protect you, is the one that is harming you. It was bitter, but that was life. Life is cruel.

“I’m so jealous of her for having such a good husband like you. Meanwhile… I fell in love with the wrong guy. I couldn’t even keep my baby despite returning to the country to rest. Regardless, she’s still your wife. I can’t do this to her even though she harmed me and made me lose my baby. When she’s here, I should be the nanny instead.” Anger overcame Jaxon, and indignation shone in his eyes. “Stop bringing that up. I get furious when I hear about it. She was pregnant too, so how could she be so cruel? Wasn’t she afraid of karma? You also reminded me of another thing. She didn’t even apologize to you after that. Once she reaches, I’ll make her get down on her knees. Becky, you can’t go easy

Tina Devacraux had lived with the peculiar burden for fifteen years now: the quiet, relentless knowledge that every worst decision of her life had been made out of love. Hatred was clean. Hatred announced itself with sharp edges and clear intentions. It left bruises you could see and name. Love, however, was infinitely more treacherous. It arrived wrapped in the soft language of sacrifice, whispering that temporary pain was kinder than permanent ruin. It convinced otherwise intelligent, otherwise decent people that if they could only endure being misunderstood for a little while, those they loved would one day understand. They would look back, see the full picture, and finally thank them.

But his twisted nature always led him to behave in the opposite way. Perhaps he thought that no matter how much he hurt me, I would never have the strength to hurt him back—especially not through our child. But now, with what I had just done, I could see his mind racing, consumed by dark, twisted thoughts. And honestly, I didn't care anymore.

I started to laugh, then broke down crying. “Is that why you hit me so hard, even now? To take revenge on her again and again? Because I look like her, you think punishing me is punishing her?” His eyes hardened, cold and full of hatred once again. “There’s one thing you’ve forgotten. Punishing the woman you loved—and killed in anger—by beating me won’t work. When you try to convince yourself you’re not a bad person by hurting me, it’s just an excuse. The truth is, you’re just a miserable coward who can’t forget the woman who abandoned you at the first chance. I’m sure you never loved her. More than that, you hated her. That’s why you got rid of me at the start—because I was her part. So pun

Leta did not flinch. Instead, she endured the slap, her cheek flushing red. "To put it plainly, you were the one who chose to cheat on me and betray me. When we got married, you declared that I would be the only love of your life. "You said that you will be there to protect me moving forward, as I had suffered too much at the orphanage. But you were the one who brought about all the suffering that followed. "Leta, the Harvey who has blind faith in you no longer exists. Do not come here ever again. If you do, I will call the cops on you."

Hating them was the obvious choice. Holding her hand, Lewis said, "If you want to hate them, just do it!" Everyone bore a bit of hatred and resentment in their lives. Crista had a deep hatred in her heart, and so did he. And because of that, he didn't force her to be a saint. Looking back at him, Crista nodded. "Yes, I do hate them. But whenever I think of that man, my heart just hurts so much that I can't breathe." William had a striking impact on her. She wasn't even sure why she fell in love with such a man. And yet she fell in love with him. He was a heartless man who could be so ruthless that he didn't even want his own child.

Even we lived for thousand years, we wouldn't be satisfied, still would blaming our fate. Once Plato said that love is a grave mental disease, and maybe, if you ever truly loved someone from your heart, you would realize that that what he said could be true. Love opens a huge hole through your heart, even your soul, while someone can get into it and mess it all up, just like Lynn did to me. "Hi!" Lake greets me, watching TV in the drawing room. "I thought you were_ sleeping," she smiles sheepishly. I catch her thought about what she means, then smile too. "I couldn't. Lynn is sleeping though."

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.