Wanita Yang Tersakiti Hatinya Novels & Stories

"I-I'm sorry...for h-hating you all these while. I-I'm so s-sorry...you didn't deserve it..." "Please, stop talking. Saved your strength please..." Danika cried. More tears blurred Vetta's eyes, "Take care of him, Danika." her voice a mere whisper this time around, "Don't ever hu-rt him. Don't ever...stop loving him. My soul... will haunt you...if you ever leave him."

For some reason, she was also tearing. They were both in the same situation. Both of them loved a man who only loved a deceased woman. As she was treating Katty, she found a way to help herself too. 'Find a man who loves her. Cherish herself and others, and slowly mend the lost and broken pieces of her heart..'

I sigh, once again guilt-ridden over my past actions. She presses a dainty finger to my lips and projects all her love to me to fight back my guilt. She may not be a warrior for the pack, but she’s the warrior of my heart. She cares for it and protects it with all her might, and I know it will always be safe with her.

That dream never came true, he made her feel so cheap and dirty that when she stands to look at herself through the vanity mirror. She was looking at a broken girl with pieces that cannot be fixed, that was the most part of it all and there she wished it was someone else who was hurting her but it wasn't it's the man she was in love with all through her life, who was her mate. Her wolf was hurting as well, it has refused to speak to her and has stayed quiet all the while she has been examined by the doctor. When he draws nearer to her bed, her blood boils as she looks at her current

She snuggled closer so she could be more comfortable. "Goodnight," she replied, and then shut her eyes. Being in his arms felt so right, there was no where else she would rather be. She loved how he was gentle with her. Patient. Loving. No one had ever made her feel so special. So loved. She was going to do everything to be able to move past her trauma so she could be with him in every way, she decided as she slowly started to drift to sleep. Jake's heart felt heavy. He was in love with this woman and it hurt him deeply to know that someone out there had done something so inhumane to her and had gotten away with it while she was still suffering, traumatized.

Meski perasaan enggan menyapa hati dengan gamblang, wanita pemilik bulu mata lentik itu mengucapkan sebaris kalimat sebagai inti dari penyebab luka bersarang di dada. "Aku patah hati, Ren." Lagi-lagi air mata kembali lolos dari netranya, dengan cepat Zie mengelapnya dengan tissue. Mata Rena membulat, mulut menganga. "Patah hati? Maksud kamu patah hati sama si Derry?" "Bukaaan! Gak ada hubungannya sama Derry." "Terus, patah hati sama siapa? Bukannya cuma dia yang cinta sama kamu, kamu cinta sama dia?"

He then handed me a file which I took. I opened it and my eyes fell on a familiar stunning woman. She was simply just beautiful. My definition of perfection. I shrugged these thoughts away and concentrated on the informations about her. Her name's Thea Gonzalez, she's only twenty one. She's the adopted daughter of Rafael. She's not Mexican but American. Her adopted mother's died a year after she was taken in, she's been raised by Rafael alone until I killed him then she was taken in by her uncle. Nice.

she exclaimed and almost hated her own birthday. Nida quickly hugged the girl when she suddenly stood up before she could do something bad to herself. “Honey, calm down.” “I hate myself, Mamita! He was hurt because of me and is forced to do something he doesn’t want to do now because of me again!” She started sobbing and wanted to hurt herself. “No, honey, that’s not true. Cyril is doing what he can to get close to you now, not just because of work.” “No, you’re just lying to make me feel better! Cyril doesn’t love me anymore, and he’s in love with Divina!” She continued to cry and the pain in her heart doubled.

I snapped back at her and I knew I hit the rough spot the minute her hands came flying across my face. "You are a disrespectful brat, a callous human being and you're bitter you stupid wench! At least, I have a man to go home to and we're happy and content but as for you, you go home to your cold bed every night, drowning in your own river of loneliness and wondering when you're ever going to enjoy the warmness of love, a feeling that a proud ass like you can never have. Trust me, I don't envy you either," she spat back and attempted to walk away but I'll never let anyone hit me and think they can get away with it so easily.

I don’t pity him. I could never do that. But whenever I would see him broken and hurt with so much on anguish within himself I feel like I should just cover him with all the love that is filled in my heart. I want to heal him all of his invisible wounds that the world could never see on him. I would like to pour out all of my heart to him. “We still don’t know. Women’s heart is more deeper and no one could understand her. Not even herself,” I said holding his hands and brushing his knuckles with my fingers.