Novel & Cerita Porque Es Tan Cruel El Amor

I started fidgeting with my fingers and took a deep breath. "Because I don't want to," I told him softly. He gave me a puzzling look. "Because love makes a person vulnerable, It kills your ability to think, heartbreak is more painful than any physical pain and your whole world will be crumbling down to the ground once you find your partner cheated on you. So I would rather choose death than fall in love." I explained to him but he had a distanced look like remembering someone or something, probably. "Fair enough but you sound like someone crushed your fragile heart." He stated. I gave him a sigh and turned to the passing forest through the window.

“Why are you sad?” “Because... Because I want this. Because I want you!” She cries out through her hiccuping sobs. “Because, even if you hurt me, even if you rape me and abuse me, I want you. I want you so much it hurts.” Catherine buries her face in her hands and cries. Pain and anger wraps around my chest, making it hard to breathe. She is sad because she wants me. Her love for me is not something she values as good and precious. She thinks it’s evil and bad. I raise my hand and bring down my belt over her hip and thigh. She jerks and whimpers at the sting of the belt on her skin. But she refuses to look at me. So I whip her again, and again, and again. Finally her hands fall and she looks

I hate him! I fucking hate him with everything I have and I hope he crashes on his stupid bike that makes him look smoking hot! Covering my face with my hands, I burst into tears. I don’t hate him. I could never hate him. I love him so fucking much that I would die for him. I’d kill for him. Why does loving someone hurt so much? Is this what men mean when they say that love is the greatest weakness one can possess? It can be one’s downfall until there is no return.

Helplessness, despair, and pain grabbed hold of her heart like a devil. The five fingers exerted force, squeezing out fresh blood. Her insides were torn apart! She truly realized what it meant to go from extreme happiness to extreme sorrow. Tonight was romantic and beautiful, something she cherished in her heart. Oh, God, you are truly cruel. If you intended to stab us from the beginning, why did you do it at the exact moment when we were the happiest, when our love was the strongest?

“Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you want me?” “Why would I?” I snap, allowing my Alpha aura to spread. While Rafe sucks the air out of the room, I make it heavy as lead. Wesley can’t even crawl away from me anymore as my fury and hatred press him down. “Why would I love someone who was nothing but cruel to me my entire life? You beat me, pissed on my mother’s grave, harassed and humiliated me at every turn. You turned anyone who could have offered me a shred of kindness against me. You made my life miserable and were one of the two biggest reasons I tried to take my own life. Thank Goddess my real mate was there and saved me.”

How do I explain this horrible ache in my chest? You’re so kind and considerate. You’re so strong, but you’re not proud or cruel. You’ve lost so much, but you don’t let it overwhelm you. You’ve been so hurt, but you don’t hurt other people. People always look at you with wariness and fear, but you never take advantage of it. Why why why has fate been so cruel to you? Why does it keep taking things from you? Why aren’t you angry? I’ve shoved you back into the very people who took everything from you, then why do you look at me so gently? This isn’t fair. Even if life is unfair, this is too much.

Prologue They say there are three kinds of love. The kind you kill for. The kind you die for. And the kind you do everything to live for. But a cursed soul like mine was never destined to experience any kind in my love book. My heart is void of emotions, and the sound of love irks and irritates the shit out of me. It makes me extremely angry and makes my stomach churn badly, like I would puke. How can people fall in love when it has the potential to destroy them in the blink of an eye?

"Two things can drive a person to do something irrational. First, love, and second, vengeance. Does that sound familiar to you?" "I have never done anything to make Amora hold a grudge against me. Sure, back in high school, I rejected her, but that was years ago, and Oh My God! Is this for real?!" Grey roughly rubbed his face and felt that if this was indeed the truth about Amora, then she was the one with a sick mind. Ethan remained calmly seated in his chair, even briefly commenting, "Or perhaps it's the opposite. Because of love..."

She touches her chest. "Don't you feel anything for him?" Mia asked. "Not even a cent," she said with anger in her voice. "You what?" Mia sighs. "Lola, love touches us in different ways. Love hurts but that doesn't mean that love has stopped loving, it's a test to know how well you can survive it. You don't hate Adriel, you just hate the things he did. No matter how we put it, the existence of someone cannot drive your hate, rather it's the circumstances around the person that don't match your standards and if the person cannot change to suit yours that's when the hate begins. I believe love would settle your troubled heart because that's the most powerful weapon that ever lived after the Bi

“Answer me.” “Love. I don’t know. Sometimes. I feel something for you. I hated you. Why is it so easy to hate someone but it’s so difficult to love?” I stared out of the window, looking over the forest and the mountains, but not really seeing it. His hands were on my shoulders. “Because love hurts,” he said, his breath warm against my neck. “You’re right. I am a coward. I don’t want to hurt like that again.” I turned around right into his arms. “I never want to hurt anyone.”