This Love Hurts Novels & Stories

"Lyric, wait—" But I didn’t. When love hurts, it won't work. The ache in my chest spread, suffocating, unbearable.

I sighed. " it doesn't have to be" he whispered. " come back to me Mia Bella come back to me my love" he said placing his forehead against mine. Tears fell from my eyes as i heard a name i haven't heard in a while it broke my heart to know that what he wanted wasn't possible not until i finished what i started.

It’s been 4 days since I stayed with River. And every single day has been filled with so much love and happiness that it doesn’t even make sense. How could this beautiful woman make me, someone who has admittedly never been in love, feel how I’m feeling. I didn’t think something this wonderful could ever happen for me. Her smile brightens my day, her laugh makes my chest warm, her kisses make my skin tingle. And I know that as soon as she leaves I will inevitably be heartbroken. And after my heart gets broken by her, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.

He whimpers quietly, feeling the hurt radiating off of his lover and hitting him in waves. "You had to wait until I was nearly killed before you knew you loved me, Danny, that is not loving. Love isn't conditional, love is unconditional, Danny!" Dylon stares at him, dumbfounded and Levon continues in a weak and weary voice, "Love doesn't want to hurt you, Danny, it is never selfish and it doesn't abandon you, it doesn't push you away, it draws you closer, love heals, Danny, it doesn't inflict harm, love does not hate, love is pure, it's perfect, it has no fault, Danny, none!" Levon meets his eyes for the first time, and Dylon can see tears shining in them.

I hurt him and hurt my family. What is love if you can't even have it? What is love if everyone hates you? Right! Korean singers TWICE said, What is love? What is love? Every day, I felt love only in the movies Or in books or dramas Mmm, that’s how I learned love My heart kept racing as if it was my story My heart was pounding and fluttering Mmm, I’m so curious, I’m going crazy Ooh, some day Will these things happen to me too?

Overworking himself trying to prove he could still balance everything. And my chest caves inward all over again. The call goes to voicemail. A second later— A text. Harper. Just my name. Nothing else. And somehow that hurts worse. I press my hand hard against my mouth to stop the crying that wants to come out again. Because this feels wrong. Everything about this feels wrong. But loving him means wanting what’s best for him. Even if that thing isn’t me. And maybe that’s what real love actually is. Not holding on.

"You can't force love by tightening your grip. The harder you hold on, the more likely it is to break." Immediately, Gian shrugged his father's hand away. His eyes burned with unshed tears. "You don't understand!" His voice cracked. "I love her! I can't lose her!" For the first time in several minutes, Aurelia and Gian truly looked at one another. Beneath the hurt, love was still there. Beneath the disappointment, longing still remained. Both of them wanted to reach across the distance. But pride and heartbreak stood between them like an unscalable wall.

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”

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.

“It’s fine if you don’t want shrimp, El! Why go as far as pushing me?” I never imagined that she could lie so brazenly. Benedict’s face burned with rage. He stood protectively in front of Melissa. “El, that’s going too far! Mel only meant well. How could you hurt her like this?” The thick, scalding soup seeped through the gauze right into my open wound. Pus started oozing from the gash. The searing pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I could only speak slowly.