Oh Tidak Tergambar Hati Yang Terbakar Novels & Stories

Things were different now. The anger and hatred seething in my heart were relentless, consuming every corner of my being like a fire that refused to die down. It wasn’t just a fleeting emotion; it was a storm brewing within me, dark and unyielding, pushing aside any remnants of the person I used to be. Each thought of her and what had transpired stoked the flames further, feeding a bitterness that felt as if it had been etched into my very soul. It was an unbearable heaviness, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The hate wasn’t just directed outward—it was a reflection of the betrayal, the humiliation, and the helplessness I had endured.

he said, his eyes flashing with irritation. Sara snapped her vision upward, the fury in his eyes pressing against hers like a cold, heavy hand. She could still feel the words he had said to her yesterday, the tinge of pain ringing just underneath her skin. Sara swallowed her comeback, gripping Austin by the lapels in case he decided to start another tirade with his shitty stuff. She was in no mood to argue, and wanted him to know that it did not make any satisfaction combust inside her when he succeeded at baiting her.

He said with wide eyes. “Marissa is going to kill me!” “What? Why?” “Oh, God. Why am I so stupid?” She squeezed her eyes shut, face palmed herself, opened her eyes again, and groaned in frustration. “Hey…” He did not know what he was supposed to do. "You are not understanding." "Make me understand." He rolled his eyes.

Although my body felt tired and scarred, my spirit was still burning. The emotions burning inside me flared up like a burning sea of fire, splashing red light that filled every corner of my mind. The ferocious waves crashing on the shore—that's how I felt right now—rushed in without mercy. My hidden power was pent-up for so long, and now I could feel it throbbing as my bloodstream flowed faster and faster.

I feel like my body is on fire and is being stabbed again and again and no matter how much I want to cry, I can't as I am deprived of power, shattered, hated. Falling deeper into the abyss with no intentions of being saved. ‘You got so lost in making me hate you that you tore me and left me devoid.’ I stare aimlessly at the ceiling feeling eternal hate for him. The distraught evoked by his unpleasant acts is filling my mind. ‘The fiery fire of this toxic marriage burned me to ashes and there's nothing left.’ Overwhelmed by the heartbreak of having a loveless life is stirring my mind. My mind is in a state of calm chaos, wreaking havoc which can't be seen by anyone.

"You wanting me to show more interests To always keep that big bright smile Be that pinky little perfect princess But I'm not that type of child" Lagi nila akong pinipilit sa lahat ng gusto nila. Kahit ayaw ko pinipilit pa rin nila! "And this storm is rising inside of me Don't you feel that our world's collide It's getting harder to breath It hurts deep inside" Kahit hindi ko sabihin sa kanila. Hindi lang galit ang nararamdaman ko, pati na rin, lungkot. Matinding lungkot.

-Liam I freeze, staring at the words. What’s there to talk about? I feel this burning anger twist inside me, tightening with every second that passes. I hate him. I told him no. I tried to push him off me, I begged him to stop but he didn't listen. Tears sting the back of my eyes, and I fight them off, but they’re threatening to spill. I don’t want to cry over him, not here, not now.

One bleeding. One broken. One burning. I closed my eyes. If I wasn’t allowed to exist— Then I’d burn down everything that said I couldn’t.

I roared, my fire erupting in a jagged, messy blast. But the blast didn't hit the Idol. It hit the mirrors. Millions of versions of my fire were reflected back at me, but they were no longer mine. They were Beautified. The smoke was turned into glitter; the heat was turned into a pleasant warmth. My anger was being "Marketed" back to me as "Passion".

He tries to ignore me. He wants to pretend I do not exist. I feel hurt. I feel sad. I feel rejected. I want to curl up and cry. But I don't want him to see me do it. I do not want to let him see me hurt. Tears flow down my face. I hate him. I hate him for hurting me. I hate him for rejecting me. I hate him for making me feel sad. "Just tell me why," I say. At last, he turns. The fire light glows on his handsome face.