This Love Hurts Novels & Stories

Laurel hugged her from the front and Jelai hugged him from behind. Her crying got louder. "It h-hurts. It's fucking hurt. I d-don't want this feeling!” she wailed. "I don't know what to do anymore. I felt so hopeless. I don't know what to do... what to believe. I don't know. I'm so lost." Others say, Love will make you happy. That's nonsense. Pure lies. Love will crushed you, hurt you and ruin you. Why would you love someone if you are not meant for each other? What's the use of loving if you aren't meant to be together?

she remarked. He chuckled. "I feel happy every day, Ashley. My first love is my work. People fall in love in different ways—some choose a person, others choose success. I don’t need a woman to complete my happiness. I’ve been happy for a long time, and I don’t need love—romantic love to change that," he emphasized. Irritated, Ashley pulled the questionnaire from the folder, crumpled it, and tossed it into the trash. It was clear that she had lost interest in talking to him.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

they shrugged. I stared at them in shock at their words. "You can't be serious." "What?" they frowned. "You can't share everything." "Sure we can." "No, you can't." I shook my head. "There is one thing that you'll never be able to share." "Oh? And what's that?" "A heart and the girl who belongs to it." I stated. "That is something that you'll never be able to share." "Well you never know, we might." "No, you won't. Because you'll get jealous of one another and in the end one of you will get hurt and find someone else. Or you'll both fall for different girls and won't even realise it."

“Do you realize what this means? My brother, the man I’ve spent my life protecting… you’re the reason he’s suffered so much.” “I know,” he whispered, his eyes filled with pain. “And I’ll never forgive myself. But I love you, Sasha. I love you more than I thought was possible. I didn’t want to hurt you… but I understand if you can’t forgive me.” Sasha turned away, wrapping her arms around herself as she tried to process everything. The man she loved was the same man who had nearly destroyed her brother’s life. The weight of the betrayal felt like a crushing blow, and she struggled to breathe under its force.

“And I know this is all confusing. But hurting yourself isn’t a way out.” He lifted his left hand, brushing his fingers against mine as I worked the bandage. “You know what really hurts?” I looked up at him. He smiled faintly, though his eyes still carried that quiet sadness. “The fact that I can’t be angry or demand anything because from the beginning, I already knew this wasn’t a simple story.” I finished the bandage. Our fingers touched. “So you’ll keep loving me? Even if it hurts?” He nodded without hesitation. “I know it hurts. I know it’s messy and heavy and wrong in so many ways. But I still choose to love you. Even if it means I’ll break every night, I’ll still love you.”

As they rode out through the city gate, Adrian glanced back once and again down the road behind him, his hand grasping Elara's. "We're not the same as we once were," he told her. "No," she told him. "We're better." They rode side by side into the morning light, back down the road to the village, back to where healing had started—not for Adrian, but for both of them. And in the quiet wind that trailed behind them down the road, the world came to mind with a simple truth to believe: Love, once it is genuinely and freely decided upon, is the greatest medicine of all.

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

But he knew he wanted to know the answer. “Wrong.” Her simple answer made him stare at her blankly. “It burns me from inside, I’m sorry but—,” “You know I love you?” She gave him a confused look before answering him honestly, “That’s not love!” “You don’t know,” and just when the words escaped his mouth, she could not help but fire back, “I know love doesn’t hurt like this! It can be anything but love…” Her eyes brimmed with tears when the last word came out like a small whisper from her mouth.

I never knew love could hurt like this and I started wishing to never know what love is. The unbearable pain made me long for someone to hug and comfort me. I began calling upon my father's name, seeking refuge and solace. The hurt ran deeper than anger. The realization that I was in danger at the hands of my own mate shattered my heart. Holding my ripped dress, I tried to cover myself, left alone with the overflow of misery inside me.