Novel & Cerita Novel Beautiful Hurt

Elena wrapped her arms slowly around him afterward, holding him quietly while rain softened outside the windows. “You know what I think our real love story is?” “What?” “That two damaged people learned how to stop hurting each other.” God. Silence filled the room completely afterward. Not empty. Sacred. Because maybe that truly was their story. Not perfection. Not fantasy. Growth. Adrian rested his forehead lightly against hers. “You know what the beautiful part is?” “What?” “We didn’t just stop hurting each other.” His eyes softened deeply. “We taught each other how to heal too.”

Everyone I got close to ended up hurt. “You don’t have to be fine,” he said softly. “Not here. Not with me.” “I can’t—” My throat closed up. “My mom is gone. Your brother tried to kill us. And I’m standing in your kitchen at 3 AM, trying to pretend none of it happened because if I start feeling it, I might never stop.” “Then don’t stop.” He stepped closer, and I could smell his cologne, faint but still there. “Feel it. Break. I’ll be here to pick up the pieces.”

I thought smiling at my world in my arms as I brushed her soft Auburn curls with my finger tips . Few minutes later... “Back home presently, I still can't help the feeling of hurt and disappointment that coursed through me . Maybe I should never have had any expectations from Max , I mean he did his best and his probably sorting out the issue with Aurora." I thought sighing stepping out of the bathroom with my robe on .

" - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself. .... The End .... Thank you so much for being with me on this beautiful journey. Your love, comments and votes on this book have meant the world to me. I wish you all nothing but happiness and success in life. Take care! Love you all. Your dear author, Suzan❤️

Befriending Mabel seemed a very good idea at first but as Devlin found out, it was harder than it looked. Although he continued giving her flowers and chocolates, she still seemed wary of him. On the day of their promised date, he gave her the book she wanted longingly. She was hesitant at first but when Devlin reminded her that it might not be available again as it was a bestseller, she accepted it graciously by giving him a peck on the cheek which made Devlin’s day. As it was still summer and too hot outside, he took her to the new Al Reem Mall. As they sat in a glass paned balcony overlooking the sea, he asked her what was bothering him for a long time.

Marmaroth – the angel who can thwart fate. I would be joking if I said that the months of my life had been perfect. That everything was peachy, filled with smile and laughter, with an abundance of blessings and love. Sure, the nightmares didn’t come often since the day I met Hunter. But I lived each day in pain… a different kind of pain from what my mother and stepfather had left me. Another first. My first heartbreak.

I'm sure my skin is frayed, every time I move the pain is indescribable. "There, now your body is a work of art, done by me. I'll have someone come by later to clean your wounds. I wouldn't want you dying on me before I had my fill of you." He said proudly. He leaves, bolting the door after him. I sob on the bed, tears and blood mixing together. Is this my fate now? To be tortured by a madman. Not knowing if Basil will save me in time? "Basil, please come soon, I don't think I can survive anymore of this." I whispered weakly. I feel myself drifting away in sleep.

"I understand." "What about you? Thomas told me that you moved down here recently." "Oh, yeah. I did." "Why?" "The life that I had was not for me." "Oh." "I came here for some fresh air. To start new." "Do you live alone?" "I do." "Must be tough." "Nah. I'm already used to it." "Is it lonely?" "Sometimes. But it's better than nothing." "I guess." Alex glanced up at the sky, watching as it turn dark. He was beautiful in the sunset. It only increased the spark I felt earlier. I hesitated before asking about that feeling, but I felt safe enough to bring it up.

The raindrops hitting the glass seemed to echo the painful memories, as if they were trying to wash away the lingering pain that still clung to my heart. Jane is hurt because of me, and I can't help but feel responsible for the pain she's going through. Her trust in me has been shattered, and I can't blame her for wanting to distance herself from me. The weight of guilt settles heavily on my shoulders, knowing that my actions have caused such harm to someone I deeply care about.

Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton.