Novel Punished By His Love Novels & Stories

When I was younger I used to think I was cursed because every good thing was always taken away from me. Anything that caused me happiness was always snatched away from me, first, it was my mother, her passing was caused by the man lying paralyzed in the other room. Now it was Jade, the woman I ever truly loved and even planned to get married to. Now I'm beginning to believe it was not a fallacy; it was real, and I was truly cursed. Because what are these punishments I am facing, or was it because of the bad things I had done to my father? Was karma finally fighting me?

Jonathan wiped the tears from Liza’s cheeks, the same tears which had taken form in his eyes but had dropped down on Liza’s cheeks just like his mistakes. The tears left a faint mark behind on Liza’s pale skin just like his betrayal had left scars on her heart. It was getting harder for Jonathan to live with himself, each letter he read brought on a new wave of pain and guilt. But he knew that his punishment was not over so he in the haze of his pain he picked up another letter not noticing that it was dated way back, it was dated back to the time when he was still loyal, still capable of being loved, and still happy.

he whisper-cried using his weak voice, "I just like loving you this way." I bit my upper lip, stopping myself from crying, but it's too late, because my cheeks were damn already filled with tears. I could not believe this. He was still into me. His love lasted for years knowing I could never reciprocate his feelings. His love was indeed strong, yet dangerous and forbidden. "What you did is not forgivable, Daniel, you know that. You killed an innocent person just for your own satisfaction. You are a devil..." I heard him sobbing. And swear, it's more painful than to hear him saying how much he loved me. "Seemed like my life is cursed, Sydney. Years already had passed, but why am I chasing you

"But it's my personal diary, you should have keep off. Is that why you tore many pages off it? Even some pages I wrote about my life?" "It was quite difficult trying to get the sketch right. Besides, the bird kept changing positions, what was I to do?" "That's why you devoured my book?" Fury surged through me. "Why do you keep screaming at me? It's not easy to draw or to sketch." "But it's my diary! My diary!" Juliet stepped into the room, and she walked to John, "that's enough Trina you are making him feel bad." "But he should feel bad since it's his fault my diary is ruined."

"When you defied fate the first time despite all the warning not to meddle in her affair’s, you triggered a punishment… a retribution for daring to rewrite what had been written." Her gaze held his, unflinching. "This reality, this version of the world where she's a nun and you're a stranger to her, it's your punishment. A prison designed to torment you with the one thing you can't have. Her love, memory and her choice." Something cold and sharp twisted in Zavian's chest. He'd suspected as much. He had felt the wrongness of this world from the moment he'd woken up in it, alone, with centuries of searching ahead of him and no guarantee he'd ever find her.

His nostrils flare, his face so close to mine that I can feel his breath tickling me. What am I going to do now? He’s going to kill me. How could I have been so stupid? Hate is a very powerful emotion. Why did I fool myself into thinking that love could defeat it? After every sunny day, the night falls eventually. Nothing lasts forever, and my happiness was very brief. Maybe this is my punishment. My punishment for not doing what I was supposed to. For breaking the rules of the world I was born into. If I’d been a good, little mafia princess, I wouldn’t be here.

His eyes barely registered the words on the page—his mind was far away, caught in memories of months spent punishing himself with lashes that tore into his back. Every strike had carried only one image, one reason. Erin’s face. Her face was the reason he endured the pain, the reason he welcomed it. She was the only inspiration that allowed him to accept the punishment he deserved for hurting her. And if anyone asked him why, his answer would never change—he loved her so deeply that even torture felt right if it was penance for his sins against her. He had been a fool once. But he was a fool who had fallen again for the same woman he met years ago. And now, having her once more in his arms fe

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

He punched the steering wheel with full force and shouted in a loud voice ," Why me ,God ? Why do you always do this to me ?From childhood I lived like a lonely child .My parents always give me money instead of their love. Why don't they understand that my heart always longs for their love, not their money . They always fulfilled their duty as parents just financially but never emotionally. Now you take my Kiara away from me as well .She is the only one whom I trusted and I loved her like no one else . But you can't tolerate my happiness. You stole her from me .Am I so bad that I don't deserve to be loved by anyone ." He looked at the sweatshirt lying on his side seat .He picked up the swe

Luigi Sartori, my husband, said with a sigh, "I mean, Caterina dropped out of school without hesitation because of your illness, and she even agreed to marry me to satisfy my specific fetishes. I'll have someone clear out and renovate the room tomorrow." Simone Novello, my younger brother, chuckled. "You've been waiting for Maria for five years—and she's finally back. Do you really intend to get rid of that room, Luigi?" Luigi swirled the wine in his glass. "I don't need that room anymore—I can't bear to do those kinds of things to Maria." I felt my heart hammering against my chest after hearing that, my face immediately turning pale. I could still feel my body aching from his rough handling