Hurtful Love Novels & Stories

“I hate her for what she did to me, to my dad, to you.” Rosa’s grip tightens just slightly. “It’s okay to feel that way but don't let that hate keep you away from experiencing joy and happiness.” “But then I feel guilty for hating her,” I continue, my voice rough. “Because she was broken. Because she had a horrible childhood. Because part of me still wishes she had loved me enough to stay.” Rosa shifts, slowly pushing herself more upright against the pillows despite the protest of the machines. “Andre,” she says softly. “You can hold all of those feelings at once. Love doesn’t erase harm. Pain doesn’t excuse cruelty.”

"I'm a person. I need to live. Noah saved me and loved me, and so does his mother. I've finally learnt what love feels like when I'm with them. We might be poor, we starved to the point that we could barely walk when we were running away from you, but we still love one another. I feel loved and warm. From the day I was born up until now, for the past thirty-five years. This had been the first time I had gotten a taste of love. Do I not deserve love, Alex? What crime have I committed that I don't even deserve to love and be loved? You say that I'm vicious, that I called you ‘Hubby’ every single time through the past eight years we spent together living like a married couple, but managed to fo

His muscles were solid beneath my fingers, rock solid, and his grip on me tightened as he tried to control the shaking of his hands through shallow breaths. I felt the burn of tears as I sat there, completely powerless to stop whatever was going through his mind. He could be remembering anything, any horror, and there was no way I could stop it. I had been there so many times already and it had ripped my heart apart each and every time. But I wouldn’t leave. Love was stronger than hate. Whatever hate was locked inside his body and whatever hate was burned into his mind, I knew our love could push it out. I believed in the power it gave us.

Because I don't understand you again. "That's not what I meant. You know people that care about others, showing unending love, showering them with gifts and other kinds of stuff can also ruin people's life. How they love is also how they despise. She's just showing me love and care because I haven't done anything bad to her. Once the table turns, she won't hesitate to ruin me with hatred and pain. So I'm doing everything to avoid her, I don't need her care. People like her don't joke with things they love especially their family or loved ones."

Love. Twisted, broken love. The kind that could destroy everything.

I asked myself in tears. Maybe, wishing to be loved back is too much. It is not possible for the one we love to love us too. Part of love, is to be hurt. Every pain, every bitterness is also a good lesson. but if you do not use what you have learned in every disease, and you remain foolish, it is very useless. The memory of the first time we met again suddenly came to my mind. Why was I forced? I wish I could not be hurt like this. I hope I am happy now.

I proceed to inform him of his actual reality. "A killer like you can not know what love is! Everything you do is for your own selfish desires! In Islam, it's called the nafs and you have lost yourself fully to your nafs! You think you're in love when love is supposed to be selfless! You keep me caged, you forced this marriage! You manipulated my emotions when I was at my most vulnerable and I ended up engaging in shameless acts with you! Even before that, you forced oral sex on me! Now you dare to claim love?! You are sick beyond repair!! You have no idea how much I hate you!!! You deserve nothing but hate!!!"

she cried again in between her talks. "How u can defend him ? ....... Ur love for him is becoming toxic for u" again she pointed finger at her love. "I am stating the fact, Diya ....... He is a siner I accept that but others are also not saints ...... And how my love can be toxic? ...... When love is not bounded by anything then how it can be toxic ...... It's not needed to be labelled with such names ...... Love is love .... Selfish nd selfless at a times ....... Pure and untouched with dirt ...... Don't spoil it by giving names ..... Love is not toxic but people are ...... Love doesn't needs to be judged ..... I love him and yes my heart breaks zillions time when I see him in pain ..... Wh

love gave me a scar! A deep wound that wouldn't heal – I'm still reeling from that hurt! The betrayal that stings more than abandonment—it burns me from within. And the cruellest part? I've learnt the art to master every pain causing me to wither slowly, yet I keep shining to the world. That's how damaging love is! It kills slowly and painfully, with the world having no idea that you are dying, and when you finally break down, people have been wondering how this happened.

“But shit, dealing with this is so fucking disruptive. I can’t even remember what it’s like to function.” “You know how I think of love, Mar?” “How?” I asked. “People go through life trying real hard not to get hurt. They refuse commitment, give themselves reasons not to date, nitpick little things on first or second dates and call them red flags, look for shadows of unhappiness in a future that hasn’t come to pass,” he said. “But I think love—real love—is finding that person who you know will hurt you at some point. Someone who can shatter you completely. But they’re just so wonderful and so perfect for you that you’re willing to be hurt if it means you get to have them in your life.”