Love Hurts Love Scars Novels & Stories

Marvin I crouched low, my heart fractured in ways I didn’t know a heart could break. The past twenty-four hours had been nothing but raw, vicious, unrelenting torment. Hurt. Grief. Rage. Sorrow, wrapped around my ribs so tightly I barely remembered what it felt like to stand upright, let alone breathe without pain as I watched the very source of it all.

Alice. I stood up, shaky, and pushed away his hand that tried to help me. "It's too difficult to live without love. "At first, I had my parents' love. Then, I thought your love would be enough for me. "I was wrong. Trusting you cost me so much. "Don't come looking for me, Alexander. It's all over between us." The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed.

While the students were gathered, she walked into the assembly hall slowly with a calculative step, putting on a black hoodie, which was pulled over her face. She wore her oversized black sunglasses which shielded her eyes from having eye contact with her classmates, and to prevent people from seeing her reddish and puffy eyes. She tried suppressing the emotional pain that emerged from her. Her jeans hung loosely on her waist and her white sneakers were too clean, like they hadn’t touched a single dirt. She wrapped a dark blue scarf around her face, covering the scar that still carried a fresh wound that ached her. Her hands were buried in the pocket of her hoodie.

“As my mother stood and made her deal with the officer who was on the scene that fatal night, the front of the car caught on fire, and on pure instinct, I ran towards the mantled car and I desperately tried to pull Sawyer out of the driver’s seat. The officer immediately intervened and dragged me away. I managed to obtain a shard of glass, which I used to sever my flesh. The agony of seeing Sawyer and Ryan lying in the wreckage was intolerable, and I needed a distraction. Something that would leave a lasting impression on me and remind me of what occurred that night.” I can hear the suffering in his voice, and it makes my heart ache for him. All this time I thought I was the only one sufferi

Pakhi screamed from the balcony Uff this girl will make me embarrassed in front of him. " don't mind her she is like this, "I said " oh don't worry about it, I didn't mind, "he said and start the car. ******************************* Some time some memories leave a smile on our face but sometimes it leave tears in our eyes. Love is like this it can make you or break you.

“What the hell makes you think I’d give you a chance after everything you did to me?” His grip tightens. His eyes shifting between mine. His brows are also drawn. I know that look. He’s thinking. Trying to come up with the answer... But he really can’t. I doubt he can ever find a suitable answer. Lifting my hand, I point to my scar. “I have this as a reminder that loving you is a mistake. That loving you will bring me nothing but pain. I look at this every day, and I am reminded that you killed everything I ever felt for you.”

“Consider it carefully. Scar doesn’t have feelings for you; her heart belongs only to me. She loves me.” “What makes you believe I could ever love you?” Scar’s voice cut through the air like ice, dripping with venom. My gaze shifted from him to her, and what I witnessed shattered something within me. Her eyes burned with revulsion, raw hatred emanating from her like heat. She despised me. No, I couldn’t accept this. A desperate hope clung to me. She must be pretending because of his presence. “I understand you, Scar," I insisted, my voice filled with longing and disapproval. “I know that your heart belongs to me. Your love for me is profound, deeper than life itself. You would do anything to

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.

He looked away after saying that. “What do you mean?” I asked, moving closer towards him. He summoned his courage and looked up at me, “It’s because I do not deserve you. You do not deserve a man like me, a man with scars.” “It’s okay to have scars,” I replied with conviction. “In fact, I love men with scars. People that have been hurt are better lovers. Moreover, the fact that they have scars means they have healed.” “Really? If they’ve been healed, why doesn’t the scar disappear?” Kelvin asked. I looked into his eyes, burning for him,

That song, was the mark that means the end of the game. She cried and cried her eyes out in joy. 'Thank god,' she said inside her heart. 'I have survived another day of the hunt.' —