Oh Tidak Tergambar Hati Yang Terbakar นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You, you are the one who sent me on this retarded mission, the one who waded for in here fucktard to drag m -- liar cockroach! If you never gave me this rubbish assignment none of this fuckin', would have fucking happened. His eyes blazing with anger. "Liar Cockroach? you called me Cockroach, you are the one who hugged me like that small insect going to kill you and now You're just trying to shift the blame," he growled. "You're always so careless, so thoughtless. You never think about how your actions might affect others."

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.

The pain in my heart grows and grows until it’s finally replaced with bitterness and hatred. A burning hatred for Mason Lachlan.

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.

I struggle to lift my arm. I can feel his gaze on my back. I manage to lift the picture with great difficulty. I only begin to admire their smiling faces; a younger, happier me wedged between them when the heat from the flames begin to lick the paper. I watch as the picture begins to curl in on itself, turning darker and darker until I can no longer make out their faces. My face, just for a moment, so young and so free, smiles back at me. And then the flames consume me too. That young boy dies with them. I never let go of the picture, not even when the flames lick my fingertips. The heat is nice. I want to step into it, let it consume me. Burn away all the horrors that have been and will con

Her chest felt too tight for her lungs, like her bones were a cage closing in. “Stop it,” she said, backing into the bedpost again. “Stop reading me—stop feeling me—stop whatever you’re doing.” He flinched as if she’d stabbed him a second time. “I’m not doing anything,” he said. “You’re doing it. You’re the one… burning through me.” Burning. That word made something inside her twist violently. Images flashed unbidden—torches in the clearing, his eyes in the dark, her own rage licking up like flame when she’d driven the spear into him.

“ My patience has now paid off. I love you more, my love. I swear with all my life that I will make you happy and give you all. I will never betray you.” Danielle moved her face closer to him again. Their eyes were sparkling with full of love. There's no more hint of hatred nor jealousy in Anthony's eyes. Anthony bent his head to kiss her. Then, Anthony lifted her up and they turned around and around while their lips was tasting the sweetness of their kiss.

From how I never wanted it to stop. This wasn’t just heat. It was combustion. And we’d only just lit the fuse.

A different emotion in her eyes. "Does it hurt?" "It burns." It burns like a consuming fire. The heat within my insides is like a pumping lava that consumes every part of me. It is like a burning rage of overwhelming heat that no matter how hard I try, I can't get rid of. "Why didn't you tell me? Where you afraid? That i would hate you? That i would think ill of you?" " Do you think ill of me?"

It hurt so much that he felt himself ‘burn like an ember’. When Ty finally sung out the next line, everyone secretly wished in their hearts to be in Kai’s position to have such a dashing and loving mate while Kai’s mood dropped as he understood what Ty meant. It hurt. It hurt so bad ! It hurt him like a fucking burning ember too !! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's burning me like an ember * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *