Love Hurts Love Scars Novels & Stories

“Which is impossible when your entire life is falling apart.” “I can imagine. Being pregnant and dealing with relationship drama can’t be easy.” “It’s not. And the worst part is, I love him. I’m so angry at him, and I still love him.” Tears started forming in my eyes again. “How pathetic is that?” “It’s not pathetic. It’s human.” Marcus handed me a tissue from the box on the table. “Love doesn’t just disappear because someone makes a mistake.” “It wasn’t just a mistake. It was a pattern. He always chooses work. He always puts me second.”

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

he chirped, as if waylaid by some small talk, and he walked out, leaving destruction in his wake. The silence after was deafening. Tears were hot and endless, swallowing me whole as I fell into Eddie's arms and sobbed. He held me as if I were the most fragile thing in the world, while his hand cradled the back of my head. "Nat... don't let him do this to you. Don't let him convince you that you are nothing. You're worth so much more than that asshole." But his words couldn't reach me yet. Not with the pieces of my heart scattered at my feet.

“He does.” “Then why does it hurt like this?” “Because love doesn’t erase scars,” he said gently. “But it gives you someone to hold onto when they burn. But Damon does not want you to be hurting. You know that very well. You see it in his eyes.” My eyes welled. I hated how easily his words hit me. How real they felt. “I’m scared,” I admitted. “Not just of Delilah. Of what she represents. Of what I might still not know. Because I know that there's a lot that I don't understand. I just find it harder for myself to be able to accept all of that.”

Plus, even if we succeed in finding him, he probably wouldn't be willing to return—" Leta shot to her feet, arguing, "What are you blabbering about? He's just mad at me. I know that he blames me for what happened, and I regret what I did, too. It's fine. I will apologize to him properly and make it up to him bit by bit. "He still loves me. He still does…" Leta mumbled to herself while cradling that wedding photo in her arms, as though she was hypnotizing herself. That was the only photograph she had taken with Harvey.

“I never thought I would. I wanted to go to school. I wanted to become something. But I couldn’t.” I swallowed. “I was envious too,” I admitted. “Of people who had choices. Of people who were loved without earning it.” His breathing turned slower like he was truly listening. “You must love your mate,” I said gently. “You wouldn’t miss her like this if you didn’t. You wouldn’t go this far for anything else.” Again, that was somehow the truth. Love leaves scars deeper than hatred ever could. “I’m sorry that Elias took her away from you,” I added, lowering my gaze slightly. “I truly am.”

- She shouted from the bus door, heading quickly inside. Following behind, I could feel the weight of bitterness consuming me, everything in my head was an empty and confused echo, as if all my feelings were tangled, a part of me throbbed with longing for Hard, because deep down, it doesn't matter how much you try to silence a love, it will always scream. The scars, when not healed are just buried alive, and will always come back, one way or another, and Hard is the scar of a love that I have to repress, tear from my chest, for not being able to love him. What if everything is illusory? What if I am closing my eyes, and ignoring everything just as it was with my mother, and twenty years from

Hecate was in deep thought as she rested on the roof near the window. Before she knew it, she was struck on the wing. She fell down the three-story building. In order not to disturb the neighborhood, queen Lorelai did not go after her. The bird lay helpless on the floor. She was not to be there till the following morning but she was too hurt to fly.

Chapter 2 “Thank you” he said lifting her hands to brush his lips in an airy kiss, whilst studying her face. She had amazing hazel green eyes, he imagined drowning in them but as he looked deeply into them, he saw something sad lurking behind them, she seemed to have hidden them quite well and Richard had a sinking feeling that she hide it even from herself, someone had hurt her badly and she pretended to not feel the pain, Richard felt his hands fist up and realized that he actually wanted to strangle that person and hurt him even worse than the way he had hurt this woman.