When Loving Him Is Hurting You Novels & Stories

Why mess me up like this? Every single thing was a lie, the care, the kindness, the dance, the kisses, his words, everything was just to get me to fall into his game. Oh Adrian, why hurt me so? Why break me so? Why get me to love you only to damage me? Why move my heart just to trample on it? I wanted to curse him, I wanted to throw a lot of profanities at him but I couldn’t, I couldn’t lay one single curse at me. It hurts that even after learning of this heartbreaking truth, I still love him, my heart still beat for him just like it did last night. Why? Why can’t I hate him? Why can’t I get rid of the forsaken love? Just why? “Has she said anything?” I heard Max’s voice.

Brooklyn. Screw it. My body is vibrating with so much anger and hurt. No one mentions this part about love, just the mushy, fluttering part of it. And gah, maybe I won't have entered or edited this part if I know it hurts this much. It's always the one who loves you that hurts you the most. A tear that I don't know was building, rolls down my cheeks and pulls at my chin. “How long will this go on?”

I ask him, but it comes out more like a plea. I watch his shoulders sag as Tobias takes a large step back from me, his eyes blazing with unrecognisable emotions and his nostrils flare. “Love is meant to hurt, spitfire.” He calmly speaks. “If you don’t fight for your love, then what kind of love do you have?”

he said, his voice sounding like he hated to see me in pain. "And so? What will you do about it? People cry, people hurt. It's not new. And you shouldn't care." "But I care," he said, and a sharp sigh left my throat. "I care that you're hurt. And I want to know what's causing it." He said, and more tears spilled down my face. How do I tell this man that loving him was the very thing hurting me?

Plus, even if we succeed in finding him, he probably wouldn't be willing to return—" Leta shot to her feet, arguing, "What are you blabbering about? He's just mad at me. I know that he blames me for what happened, and I regret what I did, too. It's fine. I will apologize to him properly and make it up to him bit by bit. "He still loves me. He still does…" Leta mumbled to herself while cradling that wedding photo in her arms, as though she was hypnotizing herself. That was the only photograph she had taken with Harvey.

Meanwhile, my heart trotted in my chest. He nodded as though I had given the answer he sought to his question. “It’s the Alpha. Isn’t it? He is the one you’re in love with, so much so that your infatuation for him has blinded you,” he grunted, squeezing the sides of my face. “Aaahh!” His grip tightened. “You’re hurting me! Zach, please!” I begged, sinking my fingers between his. “Oh, I’m hurting you, am I? Do you know you were hurting me by loving another? Each time you’re with him, a gut-wrenching pain grips at my heart, making it unbearable to breathe, let alone move my limbs. Did you know you were hurting me then?”

I pleaded in very sexy tone. Still he saw through my act and hugged me . " I'm sorry because you are forcing yourself to love me. I know you've forgiven me for the past aggressive behaviour but your body can't. You are scared that I'll hurt you again." " No... No Loren. I love you way too much that I can't bring myself to hate you. Even if you hurt me I can get myself healed..."

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"Don't force me to hurt you anymore. I love you so much-" "You don't love me," I whispered. "A person who knows how to love doesn't know how to hurt. If what you are doing to me is still called love..." My eyes met his eyes with tears. "Why are you hurting me? You're choking me." "I'm going to beg you, Liam. Stop insisting me to get pregnant. Sarah is enough-"

Energy wavering and temper fast dissolving away as I fight to hold back the tears that are now overwhelming me as my heartache clambers out on top. Why does he do this to me? He knows how to wound me, and the worst thing is, I don’t even think he knows he does it. I hate him so much but … I love him. More than anything in the world. I’m so done feeling like this. I’m so done with hurting at his hands.