Wanita Yang Tersakiti Hatinya 소설 & 이야기

"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."

"I am obsessed with her? Do you hate me so much that you think everything is a figment of my imagination?" "Yes!" Vikrant threw his hands up in frustration. "Maybe she tried to harm you last year but I've not seen her make a move on you ever since she returned." Angry tears sprang to Sarita's eyes. She wanted to strangle him with her bare hands for treating her like this. She'd given her heart to this boy hoping he'd be the one but she'd been wrong. So wrong. "That's because she doesn't want you to suspect her!" Sarita retorted. "But, of course, why won't you defend her when you've slept with her?"

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..'

She wishes Jackson could operate her heart and see how much she truly wants him, but looking at him, she guesses that there's a new woman in his life right now that makes his face glow, even though he is sad, but there's a luminous light on his face and it's filled up with emotion. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you." He hugged her, but that wasn’t what she wanted to hear from him. She wanted him to see what the love she had for him was making her do. She is turning into a beast. She doesn’t hope to see any women around him. Or else she will have the person killed; she is no way far from a beast because she is so cropped with love. She is just like a woman fighting to get the man she loves by he

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

“This is not what I asked for. Ericka, I didn’t take anything from you.” Ericka spat, her voice cracking, “You exist. And that’s sufficient.” The resentment imprinted on Ericka’s face made Winter’s heart hurt. She briefly saw a glimpse of the damaged girl who had endured too much suffering alone. Winter murmured softly, “I’m sorry for what happened to you. But it won’t be fixed if you hate me.” For a brief moment, Ericka’s expression wavered before her rage returned. “You’re not allowed to apologize. You’re not worthy of that privilege.”

"They'll hate me, I don't want to destroy everything." My heart shattered. Even now, in a situation like this, her first thought wasn't herself. It was me. And Ria, and the pack. Basically everyone else except herself. What had people done to this girl? "Lilith." I gently cupped her face. "No." She shook her head, still sobbing. "I don't want to be the reason everyone hates you." I shook my head. "You didn't break my engagement." "But... "You didn't." I cut her off immediately. "And no one in this pack will touch you."

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.