I'm Ready To Be Hurt Again Novels & Stories

“And I don’t know if I’m ready to risk getting hurt again. But... I think I might be ready to try. To see where this can go.” He leaned forward, a small smile tugging at his lips. “That’s all I’m asking for.” And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I wasn’t just waiting for the next heartbreak. I was here, fully in the moment, letting myself believe that maybe—just maybe—this could be different.

I was an idiot thinking I could belong. I am so lost, I know that I will not be able To pretend that I am asleep forever. I'm going to have to face what everyone has done to me. The hurt that they have cost me and the betrayal that they bestowed onto me. I was not convinced that I could hate life any more than what I did, but it has proven wrong.

I wanted to hurt him so much that one day he would give up from agony. However, now that I think about it, I already have a partner. Simply put, I was being too harsh on myself. I wasn't ready yet. Regardless of how I attempted to portray it or persuade myself that I was prepared to let it go."Are you sure you are ready to do that?" Harrison enquired. I gave it a lot of thinking.

At that moment, I finally understood why so much in this life had unfolded so differently from the last. She went on, "I couldn't figure it out at first. No matter what I did, Harry still couldn't cut you off completely. But now I understand. You came back too, didn't you?" Ember let out a wild laugh. "Did you really think being reborn would change your ending? I'll make sure you die just as miserably as last time!" At her signal, the men behind her began closing in. I shut my eyes, despair washing over me. Had I come back to relive the same tragic fate after all?

Something that refused to break. I was done being afraid. I was ready to fight. *****

"I know how much you cherish these paintings. Tell me what was damaged, and I'll replace everything." I stared quietly at the ruins on the floor: the paintings that had once held all my girlish dreams, and finally, I just shook my head gently. "That won't be necessary." My voice was so calm it surprised even me. Rocco froze, the words he had prepared catching in his throat. He took an uneasy step forward. "Harper? You're really not angry?" "Brother." I cut him off, bending down to pick up the ruined portrait. "I'm not angry."

“It’s fine if you don’t want shrimp, El! Why go as far as pushing me?” I never imagined that she could lie so brazenly. Benedict’s face burned with rage. He stood protectively in front of Melissa. “El, that’s going too far! Mel only meant well. How could you hurt her like this?” The thick, scalding soup seeped through the gauze right into my open wound. Pus started oozing from the gash. The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I could only speak slowly.

I thought allowing myself to relive that incident will allow me to heal but who am I kidding. This shit still hurts like hell. Suddenly I felt a warm palm clasped again mine, “He is never going to hurt you again… I won’t let him get to you.”

The possibility of having someone who truly cared, someone who would stand by my side no matter the obstacles. But was I ready for that? Was I ready to let someone into my heart again? “I don’t want to be hurt again,” I whispered, my voice shaking with the fear that had been haunting me for so long. “I don’t want to love you only to have you break me again.” Luca’s thumb traced my cheekbone, his touch soft and reassuring. “I won’t hurt you, Emma. I swear on everything I have. I’m not the same man who made you suffer. I’m not that person anymore.”

“You never change, do you? You always find a way to make me feel unwanted, unloved, and inferior.” “You’re bad news, Ophelia. You always will be.” My heart sank as he said those words. It wasn’t the first time he had said something like this to me, but it hurt differently this time. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I didn’t bother giving him a response, knowing it would only bring more pain. Instead, I dragged my feet to the exit. I would leave this place, this city, and the people who had hurt me so deeply. But I would return, stronger than ever, and I would bring with me ten times the hurt they had caused me and my babies.