Wanita Yang Tersakiti Hatinya Novels & Stories

he thought she got to know, but failed to analyze if she hated him, why was she crying hugging him, Her words made him weak, blocking all his thoughts, the word hate hit him so strongly he felt his heart shrink, all bones ripped out of his body She repeatedly said she hated him, he felt heavy on him, he saw her closed eyes, panicked rushed inside him, seeing her unconscious He patted her cheeks, placing her on the bed he called her name many times, the only relief he had, she was breathing He held her hand and rubbed her palm, unknowingly tears flowed out from his eyes, He was shattered when again in the unconscious state she whispered, she hates him He moved closer to her, teardrop fell on

her voice cracked as she enunciated. Reaching her arms, I pulled her in for a hug and rubbed her back gently. “I know it must be hard for you to tolerate their hate and all the taunts and I’m sorry for that. I won’t call Amber my wife, I don’t care about her, you’re my mate, I care about you only. I love you only so you shouldn’t feel insecure from anyone. It’s always you, I’ll always love you.”

I hate seeing her like this. I hate myself even more ‘cause I could not do anything for the one I love the most. How everyone can take advantage of her kindness? How someone can ignore her pure heart?

Every whip brings a new wave of agonising pain and a gaping hole where my heart used to be. I feel like Isolde plunged her fists into my chest, ripped out my heart and crushed it in her bare hand, and as agonisingly painful as this is, and as heartbroken and devastated as I feel, I don’t hate her. I’m pissed the fuck off, but I don’t hate her. The woman I love used the last of her free will and magic to save my life. She knew she was a walking corpse and refused to share that fate with me. That sweet, idiotic, self-sacrificing dumbass!

The silence surrounding them was unbearable. “What are you waiting for? Come on, one stab in the heart, you and your family will be free from the pain.” She gave him a lopsided smile that looked crazy and psychotic at same time. The pain swirling within her eyes was masked with hatred. She hated them but mostly she hated herself for being fucking weak and cry like a pathetic human infront of them. “Farfella, please..” Her eyes stung as the confidence withered away when the sentences replayed within her mind as a broken film record.

She was hurt , afraid and frustrated. “I hate you for trusting you , I hate you for falling for you , I hate you for loving the care you showed on me , I hate you for making me feel worthy, I hate you for making me fall for you more , I hate you for loving you more than myself , I just hate myself for not able to hate you , Because I love you Raze ..I really do ", She screamed at him falling on her knees. The thug sound made Raze to turn towards her and was scared seeing her condition. He immediately leaned down and held her arms worryingly.

she is irritated. “I will never interested on you,” he depended over her accusation. The pillow she’s holding slip on her hand that she’s planning to throw at him when she heard him say that. She suddenly feels her heart shattered as if someone stab a knife on her heart, she shifted her gaze to hide the pain she feels inside and stops herself from cying. “Is this how it feels like to fall in love? If it is like this to love someone who can’t love you in return, please my heart. Stop from beating because I don’t want to get hurt anymore,” she begs on herself. ---

“If your heart is aching right now, that means that you love her, Otis. You fell for her without knowing about it,” itsclarixass

She looked small, fragile in a way that made every protective instinct I had roar to life. And beneath that, the darker one, the need to claim, to comfort, to erase whatever had hurt her with my own hands. She finally broke the silence, voice raw and cracked. “Everyone just wants to take advantage of me,” she whispered, wiping angrily at her cheeks. “No one actually loves me. They just want something. My body. My submission. Whatever they can get.” The words hit harder than I expected. I shifted closer, careful not to crowd her, and rested a hand on her knee, light, offering.

Tired of acting strong, it was as if she was waiting for those calming words and, she started crying, her tears telling the tale of her broken heart's condition. Vansh and Avni immediately hugged her, with Avni stroking her hand on her shoulder and Vansh stroking her head, consoling her. They had made her weep on intention, for that was the only way to reach inside her sorrowful heart. "I...I....loved him with my soul dee, then why did he break my heart? I...I gave him my h.... heart aaannddd.. he broke it harshly, i... I remain loya...l for him f..or how much years dee, a..nd what I got in return, noth...ing, just a broken heart. I ...I am just a broken person, unable to love anyone." Shana