Porque Es Tan Cruel El Amor Mga Nobela at Kwento

And somehow that made me cry even harder. Because she was letting me feel everything instead of interrupting. “I imagined us as a family,” I whispered shamefully. “Even after everything he did to me.” My voice cracked completely now. “What is wrong with me?” “Nothing is wrong with you,” Lizzie said softly. “But there is!” I cried. “Why do I still love someone who destroyed me?” The question echoed painfully through the room. And deep down… I already knew the answer. Because love was cruel sometimes. It did not disappear simply because someone hurt you.

⸻ That finally triggered something in Aaron. ⸻ Not anger. ⸻ Sadness. ⸻ Because real love— would never have destroyed people this way. ⸻ ⸻ “No,” Aaron said quietly. ⸻ And somehow— that quietness shattered more than shouting ever could. ⸻ “You wanted to possess me.” ⸻ Elena flinched. ⸻ Aaron continued. ⸻ “Love doesn’t ruin lives to force someone to stay.” ⸻ Another tear slipped down her face.

The pain spread with swift and efficient cruelty, dismantling every wall I’d carefully constructed since morning. With hands that trembled violently, I pressed the folder harder against my chest and bit down on my lower lip—hard enough to sting—so that not a single sound of grief could escape me. But why does it hurt this much, God? Why does loving him have to cost this much? I cried inwardly, mourning the wretched fate of a heart trapped in the labyrinth of a forbidden love that would never, in any lifetime, find its way out. ****

(DARK LOVE) “LOVE is sweet and kind, but at times it is cruel and always dark.” Haruna explains and simply about that fact that everyone felt and currently having in different meanings and ways. “Alliah is just a victim of that pure emotion that turns into obsession and lust. She is not like what you are seeing her. She is a broken piece that pain and love was taken advantage off.” She lays the facts. The deeper truth that she saw from Alliah’s past back then. The past that she choses to undo, taking the different road and all for wanting that love that she shouldn’t be coveting. All from that day where everything started.

I didn't want his love, because I knew it would only lead to more heartache. I only view Kelvin as a friend, and it wasn't my intention to hurt or reject him so abruptly. Unfortunately, I felt cornered. The word 'love' has now tainted my friendship with him. Why did this have to happen? I despise love with every fiber of my being. It's a perilous emotion. It shatters everything it touches. It puts lives at risk. It's synonymous with destruction. Love has no heart. Love can be cruel. Love has a sinister side.

My voice wasn’t trembling, not from fear or pain this time. I wanted the truth. There was no way a person could be this cruel without reason. “Why do I hate you?” she scoffed, her lip curling like the question itself insulted her. “Yes. My very presence breeds contempt in you. You look at me, and all it does is drive you to punish me, to take pleasure in it. I thought about it… maybe it’s deeper than just cruelty.” My eyes were steady, no tears. I refused to give her the satisfaction.

"This is only a taste… a glimpse of the hell you've chosen..." Those words echoed cruelly in my head. Something inside me cracked. I felt the urge to cry—not from the harshness, not even from the memory of tonight, but from the cruel truth of it all. I pressed my trembling hands together in my lap, staring down at them. I didn't understand why life had to be this way, why every corner I turned was doomed with cruelty. All I ever wanted was so small, so simple. To live. To feel. To experience saying those three words — "I love you" — to the man I loved, and to know how that would feel when the feelings and words will be reciprocated back to me.

he said quietly. “Then explain it,” she demanded. “Why do you freeze every time this becomes real?” “Because ‘real’ is where people get careless.” “And caring makes people vulnerable,” she said. “That doesn’t make it wrong.” “I didn’t say it did.” “You imply it every time you step back.” He walked toward her now, frustration written plainly across his face. “You think I don’t want this to be easier?” “Then why make it harder?” “Because I’ve paid for love with blood before,” he said harshly. “And I won’t do it again.”

I could taste them at the corners of my mouth, bitter like the regret filling my heart. "I should be angry at him, shouldn't I? I should hate him for what he's done. But no... no, I'm angry at myself for being such an easy target. For being so desperate for love that I'd take scraps from a man who's never really wanted me." “ You are not desperate for love, sweetheart. You are all surrounded by it. So don't blame yourself," Carmen's voice was gentle but firm. "And moreover we can't help who we fall in love with. Love doesn't follow logic or reason. So you wanting Darrell shouldn't be the reason why you will hate yourself."

“I would burn the world to keep you mine.” Her tears betrayed her, sliding down her cheeks as her lips trembled. “Then why does it feel like I’m drowning in your love, Damian? Why does it hurt so much?” For the first time, his mask cracked. Pain flickered across his features, raw and unguarded. “Because the world we live in isn’t built for people like us to love freely.” “Then maybe we shouldn’t love at all.” Her words were soft but brutal, slicing through him deeper than any bullet could.