Novelas y relatos de Porque Es Tan Cruel El Amor

I say, "Why did it have to be like this?" "Because life is cruel," he says. "It's always been cruel. The woman I love is the person I fucked over the most. Seeing your hatred towards me is crushing, but I know I deserve your hate. Your anger. Like I said, I deserve all of it and much more." "Enzo—"

This is painful, I love him so much! I laugh bitterly. Love is cruel in many ways, but pain is dangerously painful in many ways. In love, you can still survive as time passes by with all the people loving you, but pain, it's damn difficult like you drowned in a muddy lake. Now, I understand why most people choose to kill themselves, arising from pain is not as easy as surviving your final exam.

“It doesn’t detract from the pleasure I receive in looking at you.” That made me resent my own face and body, wishing I could destroy everything he enjoyed. But that won’t save them. And in the end, I knew that it likely wouldn’t save me either. He could probably heal any damage I did with that unholy magic. *** “Why do you do that?” I asked acidly “What?” “Act so contrarily. If you’re going to be cruel, can’t you just be that.” “I told you, Sweetheart.” His gaze roved my face with such permeating intensity that I felt entirely exposed. Hate is only another form of love. Cruelty is only another kindness.”

He called the consuming, breathless madness we shared normal. “It wasn’t just sex to me, Demon! I did it with you because I love you! I would never have given my body to you if I didn’t feel this way!” I sobbed, clutching my chest as the physical pain of heartbreak became too heavy to bear. “Why are you doing this to me? Why are you being so cruel?”

"It is the only thing that matters. It is the only thing that has ever mattered. Power fades. Empires crumble. But love endures." "Then why are so many of us dead?" The wolf's eyes were wet, his voice cracking. "Why did we lose so many if love is so powerful? Where was love when my brother died? Where was love when my pack was destroyed?" Lena did not have an answer. The silence stretched between them, painful and honest. Damon laughed, a sharp sound that cut through the tension. "She cannot answer because there is no answer. Love is weakness. Always has been, always will be. It makes you soft. It makes you afraid. It makes you lose."

“Love has ruined stronger men than you.” The words were not shouted. They did not need to be. Maddox looked at his mother and understood, not in detail, not as a neat story with names and dates, but with the brutal clarity of emotion. Isolde was not merely cruel. Cruelty would have been simpler. She was afraid of tenderness, the way soldiers feared an open wound in battle. To her, love was the place where knives entered. A woman near an Alpha’s heart was not a blessing. She was a door left unlocked in a burning house.

"But what I didn't know was that my wife had grown to be even more ruthless than I was, the kindest woman I have ever known became a monster due to the power and wealth she possessed. I later got to find out not quite long ago that she ran you over just so you wouldn't be close to her child and thus killing the baby inside you. When I heard your parents were killed I got there as fast as I could and gave them a befitting burial he was my friend after all, always have been." Edmund then stood up from his seat knelt down in front of Evelyn. This gesture took Evelyn by surprise but she maintained a straight face. Edmund then said, "Evelyn I am sorry for everything, for being a cold hearted fool

My face is on his chest, and his head buried into the space of my shoulder and neck. ”What did I even do to deserve this?”I uttered silently. All I feel for myself is pity. ”All I want is to feel loved. Why am I getting all of this in my life?” ”No. I loved you, baby. I love you so badly.” “Then why?” I sniffed. “W-why?” ”Fucking shit. And I’m saying that I’m gonna kill whoever will make you cry, and here I am.” I closed my eyes. Tired and so alone.

For a person, mental pain is worse than physical pain, which he used to struggle with every night. It is very painful to have a person who hates you and to keep on living with his hatred. More painful than letting the person go. And my father also thought better to bear her hatred than to leave her. If he had left her, then perhaps he would have thought of being happy with someone else, but he invited his own ruin by keeping my mother and letting her hate grow. Can you be happy without taking anything by giving unconditional love to someone who doesn’t love you? Never, because the human heart is greedy. So hungry for love that it does not hold back from shedding blood to get love.

The most painful thing in the world is probably loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way. Unrequited love is painful yet blissful at the same time. Painful because it’s heartbreak without all the beginning and the middle. Only the end. Blissful because it’s without all the drama.