Hurtful Love Novels & Stories

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

Every image of him with her burned through me like fire, and the guilt mixed with jealousy until I couldn’t tell which was worse. Chiara’s voice echoed in my head — He’s trouble. Elena’s too — You can’t play with him and walk away. They were right. And still, I couldn’t stop wanting to hurt him back. To make him feel what he’d made me feel. I stood up, breathing hard, my reflection trembling in the fountain water. “Fine,” I whispered to myself. “If he wants to play, I’ll play too.” My hands curled into fists. The guilt faded, replaced by something colder, sharper.

This villains won't let me be. "Sweetie, why the angry face?" Jessica questioned with a sober tone. Could she just stop acting like though she cared? "Yes, darling, did something go wrong?" Mirabelle interjected and I shook my head. "Could we go inside first?" I petitioned. "Yes!" They chorused excitedly. I wonder how their spouse cope with them. I would never be a housewife, I'd rather stay single. Furthermore, I hated anything home or staying idle. These, who made me sit in the middle and began to interrogate me. How did we ever become friends? It all began when I newly moved in. I was hostile to everyone except Jessica, who helped me adapt to my new home. She was indeed friends to all and

"Because you're my friend." "Aside from that?" "Because I love you." "See! You can't hurt the person you love!" "What's the point?" "Fuck! Girl wake up! You already love him stop being in denial!" "H-how can you say that I love him too?" "Damn, you snail. Let me repeat this question, can you hurt someone you love? Can you hurt me?" "No!" "See! The reason why you're afraid to hurt a person is that you love them! You're scared to hurt Brigor's feelings because you love him! You love Bigor! You have feelings for him! You love him too!"

Because she was totally oblivious of his moves. "Ishq Aur Nafrat dono hi jab had se badh jaye to zeher ban jata hai aur zeher sirf jaan le sakta hai bacha nahi sakta (love and hate when both Break the limits it becomes poison and poison only kills it does not save lives) I did enough damage to you Tara now it is time I set you free from this cage of hatred. It is time for you to move on in life and start new life" Aarhan promised himself.

Afterall, it is said that the people we love the most are the people who end up hurting us the most. Their trauma to us stabs deeper because we love them. They are able to hurt us so deeply because we love them so deeply. Passionately. And thinking that they love us too. My father loved me. Tasha loved me too, but I ended up hurting them. I loved my mum to the point of doing anything she asked of me, but she ended up hurting me, silently wiping me out of her life as if I were a stain on her impeccable reputation. No one can hurt you if you don't love them. You just wouldn't give a fuck about them because you don't care about them.

she asked very impassive and professionally. "If you're thinking about me getting hurt, then don't. What you did doesn't hurt, I can forgive almost anything. What hurts is the lie. You failed to trust me, that's alright. At times, I have failed to trust you when I should have. Isn't that the sign of romantic love - the struggle against jealousy, possession and control? The lie tells me two things, the first is you underestimate what I can forgive. The second is that you underestimate my ability to detect your untruthfulness. Two hurts for the price of one, not bad for a minor indiscretion."

It hurted, when my husband treated me like a bit*h. It's not his mistake that I got hurt.. It's my own mistake.. It's my mistake that I fall in love with him even after knowing he don't love me back.. It's my mistake that I married him forcefully even after knowing he won't accept me as his wife.. It's my mistake that I let him to touch me even after knowing he is only using me for his lust.. It's my mistake that I believed that my love will change him even after knowing how much he hate me..

"Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare." Brené Brown ¶ I open the house hoping that there would be no one in the house today and that they won't be until I'm out. Ade doesn't work and hasn't bothered looking for one since he lost his last job, but he gambles a lot and any money he makes from gambling, he keeps it so he can gamble away the next day.

He chewed; eyes focused on the screen. “What is wrong with you?” She slapped his arm. The doorbell rang again. “Last night, and this morning, as well… you were acting all – nice, and… and, caring, and…” She trailed off. “I can’t tell what happened suddenly. You are being so mean.” She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.