Who Hurt You Book Novels & Stories

Adam picked back his book and continued to read his book like I did not even exist. I gave him one last look before heading out of the library. I was embarrassed and my throat was clogged with unshed tears. I could feel the sides of my eyes prickling. I swallowed. Immediately I went out of the liberty, I ran for a very long time because I was embarrassed. I was really embarrassed and hurt because Adam had hurt me. He had bashed my heart to pieces. Every part of my heart was broken and shattered in pieces. If this was how heartbreak was, then I needed to avoid every single thing, I ran like I wanted to run away from me memories and the hurt.

I said casually without even thinking, still focused on my battle against wrinkles. Suddenly—THWACK! Something hard hit me square on the head. “Ow!” I yelled, rubbing my scalp. I looked up to see a book fall onto the ground in front of me. I shot him a look of utter betrayal. “Did you just hit me with your book??” “Don’t ask silly questions. And get back to what you were doing,” he said coldly, as if whacking me was the most normal thing ever. Then, in a voice dripping with insult, he added,

"Victoria, do you really have feelings for Jeffrey? Can you—" "No!" I cut Harry off. His hands clenched the bedsheets, his throat bobbing as he struggled to swallow his emotions. "Why? Is it because of Jeffrey? He's nothing but an opportunist who took advantage of the situation!" I met his gaze, my voice sharp and unyielding. "Harry, where we are today has nothing to do with anyone else. Yes, you saved me this time, but that doesn't erase the damage you caused before. I'll never forgive you."

She was all for love—one of her favorite topics. The guilt I felt ealier couldn't compare to now, she belived I and Henry were inseparable. Henry. Always Henry. But now, he was gone for good. “Thanks for the ancient wisdom, oh wise one,” I teased. “But all I need right now is a book. I brought back Trust the Journey.” I handed it to her. I hadn’t read it—the first three pages had turned me off. “How was it?” she asked hopefully. "Did you like it?" She adjusted her glasses

I lose my footing and slip The floor is cold and hard against my bottom, and the heavy tome smacks me right on the head. “Ow, ow, ow!” I hold my skull, wondering if it’s possible to get it fractured with a book I cast a hurt look at the book laying a few paces at my side. It lies quietly and harmlessly, as though it didn’t nearly assassinate me just now.

London “I need you.” Three words. Eight letters. The exact same ones from the very same person that had gotten me into the biggest disaster of my life. Maybe I was weak, pathetic, a pushover, whatever you wanted to call it. A wiser and stronger person would have blocked my sister’s number, cut off all connections to her and my parents. Because they had hurt me. The kind of hurt where after years and years of it, I hadn’t even realized that I was being destroyed from inside out. The kind of hurt where they had broken me so much that I thought I had to be the one constantly apologizing for myself.

“ No more secrets between us, remember? We agreed this… I nodded positively. “ So tell me... did I freak out? Did I hurt someone? I had an accident...Tell me! “ begged. “ Yes, you hurt someone... She put her hands over her mouth, shocked and scared. “ I had never hurt anyone before, I was never aggressive.... “ I know... “ Who did I hurt? Did I kill? “ Tears came out of her eyes, she was distressed. “ I took medication, always... “ It's okay Sasha, the important thing is that we're going to get out of here... this place is horrible. “ Who did I hurt? Is the person alive?

Milo purses his lips with knitted brows over his forehead, “That fucker! Did he hurt you?” “He wasn’t able to hurt me, thank God. He told me that he had no guts to hurt me so I took the chance and poured my hot soup on him. As soon as I was released, I grabbed my phone and rushed out of the room.” I say as I wipe my tears off my cheeks. “I thought it was going to die inside that room.” I pressed my clenched fist against my mouth.

Living with him made my tummy puff a little since he was one of the great chefs in New York. I slowly pushed my cart towards it when someone bumps his cart at my back. I got angrier. Who was the careless person to hit me on my butt? I furiously looked back and about to shout at him because of his recklessness when I realized that this man looks familiar. He froze also to see me. Our eyes met and I can't hide the fact that I still feel the same even many years had passed. I should be slapped him and choke him to die but why couldn't do it now? I could hear the loud sounds of my heartbeat through my ears. I was blinded by my deepest love for him. He destroyed and left me broken.