Wanita Yang Tersakiti Hatinya Novels & Stories

"She asked you not to go to her." My heart sinks at his words and I find myself gasping for air as the shock and sadness engulfs me. It's a blow that strikes at the core of my being, making me hate myself for hurting her. But all I can do is respect her wish and hope that I'm not losing her. My heart won't start again until I know she's mine. Until I get to hold her in my arms and tell her how deeply sorry I am. I ache to show her that my intentions were rooted in love, that I never meant to cause her any pain. I yearn for the chance to make things right, to prove that I can be the person she needs and deserves.

Yusria gasped and sprung up, greedily sucking in deep gasps of air. Her heart hammered in her chest, the stabbing pain blinding her vision as her wild, haunted eyes swept her surroundings. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry I ever loved you…” She resentfully hissed. Tears of grief, despair, and immense hatred streamed down her face as she clutched her chest in an attempt to suppress the deep anguish. Such gnawing and torturous agony, she wouldn’t wish it even on her worst enemy.

Berulang kali kau menyakiti, Berulang kali kau khianati,Sakit ini coba pahami,K u punya hati bukan tuk di sakiti. Judika's lyric who will always accompany us at karaoke, my friends Widya, Edy, Evan, Agus who are always faithfully locked in the Inul Vista karaoke room that we booked. We do this at least twice a week. For my happiness and entertainment, it is done to maintain my mental health, making me calm and healthy is more important than anything. If you ask about the heart then everything is heavy, and when I realized that Egi was only friends and could not be more than that.

I love you, the strong woman who is my professor… the same way I Iove you, the broken submissive who needs to be healed. If I was in my right mind I would not even go there. Whatever that traumatizing experience was, it has definitely fucked her up real good. Some would even call her a victim not worth dealing with… damaged goods who would need a ton of work to fix. And doesn’t even want to open up about it!

"Because I loved him first, I allowed myself to be tortured." "Now your love is still with him?" Citra is silent. The expression on her face was thoughtful. "If you still love him, why are you still playing with my heart?" "I'm not playing you." objected Citra. "If you don't love him anymore, why won't you marry me?" Citra is silent again. See? She couldn't answer it. Indeed she still loves her ex, who often tortures her until Citra's psychological was damaged. "It's not that easy, Ishan."

Charlotte nodded, tears streaming down her face. “He is… but sadly, he loves someone else. I tried to be like her, to become the kind of woman he would choose, but it was all for nothing. You know what? I’m just glad I got to be loved by him once. That is enough for me. I know I will be okay someday, but right now, I can’t stop this pain. It feels unbearable. Sia, make it stop. Please.”

This haunting question gripped my heart mercilessly, like a relentless specter. "Darling, you called for me?" Her voice pierced through me, like a daily dose of emotional vitality my system craved. "Yes, I wanted to see you." She drew closer, and we shared a lingering kiss. She had deliberately mentioned that my shoulder needed to heal completely before she would consider intimacy. This has been the reason she hasn't been sleeping in my room. The mere thought of not being with her tortured me. Nothing anyone said could convince me otherwise—I was already deeply in love with this extraordinary woman. She cared not only for herself but also for others.

The gloomy atmosphere made Hatice feel short of breath. "Hatice." Tawny stood up and said in a choked voice, "Something happened to Witta." "How could that be?" Hatice could hardly believe it. "How could that be?" She repeated the question. The name Witta was like a big rock hitting her heart, which was as calm as a river, causing it to surge violently, causing the pain to spread to her brain. Hatice sat down next to Emery in a daze. "It's nothing, it definitely won't be anything." She muttered. At this moment, she didn't know if she was comforting Emery or herself.

“I was watching you and that man from over there. And you don’t look so good right now, do you need help getting a ride back home?” My mind was still replaying Adonis’ words in repeat, torturing me and evoking a new kind of endless pain from the depths of my wounded mad shattered heart. I felt a fabric that seemed like that of a soft towel dab at my cheeks softly, and I realized that the woman was still by my side, and she was cleaning off my tears. “I understand how you feel, honey. I was in your shoes once. Love makes you so vulnerable, and that particular man must have used these same feelings you have for him to hurt you, hm? At first glance, I knew he was the type of man that shatters t

she mutters tearfully,her last words hit so hard on me as I clung to the door pitifully while holding my chest in pain . I felt hurt and for every of her pained ,my heart ached . "Even the only one ,who had care for me right from the start is in the hospital fighting for his life and the man ,who had molested me for long is here waiting for me to stripped ,what an irony of the evil world indeed !"she mutters ,in pain and anger . Her words struck deep into my heart ,she have been through a lot alone and yet she had tried to keep calm ,hold a strong face and also smile in the midst of all these pain and sorrows and yet I had drag her to this pack without her approval adding more to her pain.