Love Hurts Novels & Stories

Laurel hugged her from the front and Jelai hugged him from behind. Her crying got louder. "It h-hurts. It's fucking hurt. I d-don't want this feeling!” she wailed. "I don't know what to do anymore. I felt so hopeless. I don't know what to do... what to believe. I don't know. I'm so lost." Others say, Love will make you happy. That's nonsense. Pure lies. Love will crushed you, hurt you and ruin you. Why would you love someone if you are not meant for each other? What's the use of loving if you aren't meant to be together?

“Gio, I agree it was a lot of information but, I asked you both to give me said information. I know there is bound to be more but we can take our time unless time is of the essence. Yes, my head hurts a little trying to process it all and it will take time.” “I agree, and I will give you as much time as you need. I vow to you that I will guide you in our ways, to help you become the queen you were born to be.” “I don’t doubt that you will but, Incase you haven’t noticed, I am recovering from a beating. A beating that was given by someone I believed for years loved me and who I thought I knew well. I thought he would never hurt me,” I choked back a sob. “He will never hurt you again. I can pr

I thought Harry would be the answer to forget about him, but I could guess I was wrong. Until that day arrived. The shoot-out that almost killed Martin. I realized I couldn't just forget about him. I was deeply and stupidly in love with him. When I heard that he was shot and his one leg was in the grave, a part of me died. That's how id*ot I was for falling in love with a dangerous and ruthless man.

Her love was gone forever. *******************************

“And I know this is all confusing. But hurting yourself isn’t a way out.” He lifted his left hand, brushing his fingers against mine as I worked the bandage. “You know what really hurts?” I looked up at him. He smiled faintly, though his eyes still carried that quiet sadness. “The fact that I can’t be angry or demand anything because from the beginning, I already knew this wasn’t a simple story.” I finished the bandage. Our fingers touched. “So you’ll keep loving me? Even if it hurts?” He nodded without hesitation. “I know it hurts. I know it’s messy and heavy and wrong in so many ways. But I still choose to love you. Even if it means I’ll break every night, I’ll still love you.”

♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky, I'm just a wounded soul, asking God why? How could he make love to another, so carelessly? My heart bleeds in silence, a love that'll never be. 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞 Through anguish and despair, I'll find my way, I'll heal the wounds, as I face a brand-new day.

Luca felt his chest tighten, his breath catching in his throat as the ancient spark of Hope flared in perfect harmony with her voice. The Hunger roared, the golden eye turning a deep, venomous shade of crimson as it realized the tide was turning. The words were working. The people were listening. Truly listening. Aurora pointed toward the sky, toward the vast tapestry of human history and life itself. "Grief only hurts because love mattered." The statement spread like wildfire through the network, embedding itself into billions of hearts. The Hunger struck back, its voice thundering in desperation. LOVE IS SUFFERING.

Hailey shook her head with teary eyes. “I am sorry,” she apologized. “I will never hurt your feelings anymore. I forgot about how much those people hurt you.” Lovelyn sighed. “My love, they truly hurt me. It is so painful that even words cannot describe it. But you are the medicine to my pain. We can dry each other’s tears and fulfill each other’s dreams without any help. What do you think?” Hailey nodded and pecked her on the cheek. “I love you, mother. I will never leave you alone ever.”

Again and again and again. My chest tightens, my voice barely a breath. “I don’t know how to let someone love me if I don’t hate myself first.” That breaks something in the silence. Liam sits up, gently pulling me with him. He cups my face in his hands — not forcefully, not demandingly — just so I’ll look at him. His thumbs wipe away my tears. His voice breaks. “You never have to earn love, Emilia. Not mine. Not anyone’s. You are not too much, and you are not broken. You were hurt. And I swear to you, I will never use your hurt as a weapon.”

I guess I was lucky to have loved and be loved. "It hurts and I hate it. I hate that she lays in your arms or that you kiss her or even make love to her. It tears me into pieces Angel." "Lola, I didn't mean to hurt you." "I'm not blaming you. I'm just unfortunate." "Don't say that."