Porque Es Tan Cruel El Amor Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Love is not always good and does not always come in white horse, which will fill your life with sunshine and flowers, giggles and laughs, and everything which will protect your smile and peace... Sometimes the love comes in black shadows, covered in black cloak like a grim ripper, it fills your life with thorns and pain, giggles might turn into tears and smile into cries... Love is not always a hero..." Hmm, interesting! Now it's time for debate. "Like?" "Like the news I saw yesterday that the mother killed her neighbour's woman because she scolded her son. When interviewed, she said that she loves her son so much that she couldn't control her anger..." Della shook her head in disappointmen

“How many times do I have to make it known to you that what I did was because I love you? Why are you crucifying me? Why do you hate me this much?” Jasmine asked with tears in her eyes. This was interesting. I never knew a cruel monster like her still had tears in her eyes to shed. This must be my lucky day, I guess. “All I did was all for you. I did all what I did because I cared and loved. Ask her if she loved you like I did!” “Stop saying trash, Jasmine. What you did was evil. How could you make charms to covet your sister's mate? Doesn't that show just how desperate you are? Is there another way to prove this?”

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.

she said, trying to console me. "Because I know does not mean they know! What have I done to deserve all this pain, Jenna? Is loving him a crime?" "No, My Luna. It is no crime to love a person." "Then why does it hurt this much?" I cried, hitting my chest like that would take the pain away. "Why does it hurt enough to kill me?"

I was so stupid to believe someone who hated me over someone who genuinely cared for me. Seeing him so fragile made me realize he loved me more than I loved him. His love for me was so fierce that he let me bury my anger in him, even if it caused him pain. His love was so strong that he stayed away while I was trying to heal, even though it meant he couldn’t be with me. Knowing how much he sacrificed his own feelings just to calm mine made me realize his love wasn’t like those in fairytales. His was a love of this cruel, imperfect world — a love that hurts, but is worth having. A love strong enough to protect and keep you safe.

Somehow, my defiance had accelerated his cruelty. "Why?" The question tore out of me. "Why do you want to marry someone who hates you?" Something flickered in his eyes—something I could not read. "Because you are perfect." "I am not—" "Perfect for what I need." He cut me off. "Beautiful enough to photograph well. Connected enough to be useful. And broken enough that no one will believe you if you ever try to leave." The casual cruelty of it stole my breath. "I will make you regret this," I whispered.

I believe you. "If you really did love me..." Marisol coughed a few times, meeting Lucian's bloodshot eyes. Each word fell like a heavy hammer, "If you really loved me, I'd actually be nauseated. That kind of love would be absolutely revolting." If it truly was love, why was it so painful? She couldn't accept it. "This is better. Between us, let there never be anything else aside from hatred. Forever!" Her words pierced through his chest like arrows.

“He wasn’t gentle, but he was mine. You say he was obsessed — maybe he was. But so was I. He didn’t just make me his wife, Mother. He made me believe I could survive anything. Even him.” A tear slipped down her cheek. She didn’t bother wiping it. Madam Helena’s lips pressed together, her eyes narrowing just slightly — not in judgment, but in something closer to reluctant understanding. “You call that love?” she asked finally, her voice softer now. “A man who chained you to him in blood and fear?” Lorraine let out a bitter, trembling laugh. “Love isn’t always soft, Mother. Not in this family. Not in this world. Sometimes it’s ugly and cruel, and it leaves scars so deep you forget what peace e

He didn't know why she was crying, but he sure hates it when she cries. The only reason she should be crying is because of him... The reason she should be allowed to cry is when the pleasure is too much and she can't take it anymore. People would be surprised when being told he hates it when she cries because he always loves to see tears in someone's eyes... in fact, he is the reason for them crying because he loves torture. Love! Love makes you weak. Love makes you a shitty version of yourself. You do stupid things against your belief or vibes just because of that beautiful feeling.

Lucifer yelled, slowly walking towards us. The tip of the knife was already touching my skin, "You are the reason why everything and everyone I love goes away from me, you are the reason why I can't always have the person I want!! Because everyone likes you! Everyone has their eyes on you no matter how fucking terrible your character is!!! And me? I was always the damn second choice!!! The black sheep just because I'm not as handsome and as smart as you!!!!" I suddenly felt a hot liquid from my shoulder, it was Cleoffe's tears.