Hurtful Love Novels & Stories

Tracy furrowed her brows confused not knowing what he meant. "You must see me as a jerk or perhaps hate me but please do forgive me. I know how much of a jerk I've been to you, how rude I've treated you. I must have hurt you so bad, no one deserves to be treated the way I'd you. You know that night I didn't realize we actually made love, I had drank to stupor cause I was scared of loosing you to........" His voice cracked down. Tracy was dumfounded, she didn't know what to say,she gawped her mouth open and shut them back swallowing hardly.

They say that when you love you would do everything that will help that person be in good way. They say that when you love you can even offer the whole world for that very person for the only thing that you wanted them to feel is nothing but happiness. Even so how far can it go to be considered as love? When you love someone you wouldn't hurt them. When you love someone you will never do something that might give them pain. If it hurts can it still be something to be called as love? If love wasn't hurtful from the very first place?

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

I spent so much time here with love and care and now it's going to be for them, it's just the matter of the time. Can't help but feel hatred toward our new partners. If they weren't so greedy so eager to buy my shares or if they didn't give an offer to my father wouldn't sell my share. Soon they left I was about to leave when my father calls me. I shiver at his tune. I stay where I was. Closing my eyes hoping it will end soon. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanks me back and then slaps me across my face. "I told you to behave but what did you do? You pretend to be sad and lost in your world all over again. How much attention do you need?" He punches me in my stomach and pushes me on t

How could they love her when her parents hated her themselves? She hated the attention of her uncle, who retired from women after his wife's death. She hated all of that because it goes against what her parents did, so she struggled between being good or bad, and she still struggles, sometimes she loves and sometimes she hates, and she lived like this and it's not yet time for her to decide her side.

Wasn't going to help matters yet she felt the need to ask. "Through Hardy." He ended there when she anticipated more. "Look, what you saw there is absolutely not what you think, please believe me." "Find it hard to. How can you explain making out with someone who bullies you on a daily and someone you claim 'not to appreciate' for hating on you and your fam?" 'Don't Appreciate' was the term she used to describe her feelings towards Sean instead of hate or despise. To her, they were one of those very powerful words to not offer a fellow human. One of those people did not like or need to hear no matter what.

I said honestly "Stop caring about people too much." Christian suddenly said and that make me turn to him "That's why people hurt you, because you're too kind and too care towards people." He added "I don't care." I said "This is how I express my love towards people, sometimes I don't care if they hate me. I rather see them happy them being hurt. I tend to make myself hurt first before someone I love hurt." I added "Let's play 10 questions." He said and I nodded

It had become routine, a vicious cycle of torment that grew worse each time she clashed with Aurora. At first, it was just scolding and slapping the boy around. But as Amanda's hatred for Aurora intensified, so did her cruelty towards the innocent child. The punishments escalated—denying him food for days on end, leaving him weak and starving, taunting him mercilessly about his disability. Amanda's men would tell him that his crippled state was the reason everyone abandoned him—first his father, now his mother, and that Aurora, the one person he adored, didn’t want the burden of a disabled brother.

I guess it hurts more, because I keep hurting him over and over again. He hurt me and I wanted to hurt him back, but physically. And that is not what love is. Love isn't defined by violence, or hate, neither is it defined by secrets. What Sin and I have... can it be called love? Because this is toxic; a toxic love. We always end up hurting each other. We are both toxic for the other.

“No no, he came into town last night. You don’t want to end up like…” She left it hanging, the day she told Aaron about the horrific thing Alexander had done to the last guy she almost went out with and how he made her watch, he was horrified. She later found out that he was horrified for her and not for what Alexander had done, he then told her that he grew up seeing all these and he also might have some blood on his hands but he hated the life and know the trauma it could give a person. Point is, she doesn’t want that to also happen to him too.