Novel & Cerita The Thorn That Pierce Me

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.

and at lost, I need someone who can treat me as a human being rather than a Robert. I'm left alone, no one is by my side to talk to, no one is by my side to ask me whether I'm okay or not. no one is by my side to comfort me. I just feel so heavy from inside that I might burst out at any moment. my eyes become dry due to continuous shedding tears. My muscles are sore, my legs and lower part are in pain, making me realize the reason for the pain.

I collapsed to the stone beneath me, wind knocked out of me, as blood already began to flow in thick, warm rivers down my side. “You should’ve just stayed down,” Thorne growled, close and cruel. “You never deserved any of it. Not the title. Not the power. Not him.” I dug my fingers into the fractured stone, anything to try and ground myself to something that didn’t hurt. But it was too much. My knee was shattered. My ribs, fuck, I couldn’t even breathe properly. Thorne towered over me, snarling like a wolf full of blood and victory. And then I saw Kellan.

I dreamed of thorns. They surrounded me on all sides, thick and twisted, reaching out like hands. The thorns were black and sharp, taller than trees. They pressed closer and closer until I couldn't move. Then something grabbed me from behind. A force I couldn't see. It dragged me forward through the thorns. They tore at my skin, my clothes, my hair. I screamed but no sound came out. The thorns cut deeper and deeper. I felt my blood running down my arms, my legs, my face. But the force kept pulling me through.

Cecilia, burning with humiliation, had someone break Luke's legs in revenge. The once-perfect match had become nothing more than a bitter joke. Their little girl wriggled out of Yoel's embrace and dashed over to the down-and-out Luke, offering him a cookie. Luke hesitated, not daring to take it. He gazed at Holly's daughter for a long while, his eyes stinging with the threat of tears, before he hobbled away. Her innocence reminded him of Holly's once passionate love — a love that was then lost to time.

“That is the lie you all tell yourselves, ‘Love is a choice.’ What a fragile shield against the world, let me show you the truth.” He moved fast. Unnaturally fast… I was wounded, exhausted swinging my dagger, a pathetic, slow arc in one sharp move caught my wrist, his grip like iron, and twisted, the bone didn’t break, but pain blinded me and dagger fell into the moss. He shoved me, and I went down, my injured leg buckling completely. Before I could rise, a net of woven shadow-thorns fell from the trees above, wrapping around me, the thorns bit not deep, just enough to sting, to hold. I was trapped, tangled on the forest floor.

He laughed softly. “Why couldn’t the Goddess have chosen someone like her instead?” Cruel laughter and whispers bubbled through the hall. My hands trembled, but I forced them still. The pain of the mate bond rejection began to burn in my chest, raw and unbearable. “What’s your name?” Rafael sneered. My lips quivered as I answered, dreading what I already knew. “Anya Thornveil.” His voice carried like a curse across the hall. “I, Rafael Blackmoor, reject you, Anya Thornveil, as my mate.”

my foot got stuck and when I look down I found out that I step on a thorn. I almost cried out with pain as it was so stuck in, I tried to remove it for it was so painful, I don't know where I am so I cut out the piece of clothes from my white sleeve shirt, I removed the thorn despite the pain, I once had the thought that this place is just a dream but how can the wound I sustained in a dream hurt this much. Right now I had no wish to return to my place, I regret touching that bead. I sat down with my back to a tall tree, I closed my eyes maybe I might see myself back at home.

Ben sobbed beside him while adding more wood to the hearth, an action he thought he would never do for his beloved prince. “I’ll be alright,” Thorn said weakly to Ben. He wanted to mess up his hair, but found he couldn’t possibly lift his arm. Lingering between a trance and reality, Thorn fought hard against the drowsiness caused by the excruciating pain. The fire Ben had lit made him feel better. He wasn't sure how much time had passed. Faces came and went. His soul seemed to be drowning in a frozen lake, and it was impossible to break through to the surface.