Who Hurt You Book Novels & Stories

Before I could say a word, Damian kicked the door shut with a loud bang. I stood frozen in place with my fingers tightening around the book. "Carla! Your hand!" Blood was gushing out. It turned out that my favorite book held an even sharper razor blade. Like before, Heidi still saw me as her rival in love, but it was so unnecessary. This time, I wouldn't fight her for Damian. After Damian's scene, the book club was dismissed on the spot. Ryder carefully bandaged my fingers and wrapped them in so much gauze that he meant to turn me into a mummy.

I wrote that I wished there were a place where the good-hearted ones only ever met their own kind, and the liars and manipulators got funneled off to meet theirs. I ended it with a plea. If someone loves you, be careful how you handle their heart. Some people recover from the damage. Some never do. For some, it bends the entire course of their life. And some go on to hurt the next person, because hurt people hurt people, and round and round it goes. When the last of it was out of me, I closed the laptop, lay back down, and slept better than I had in a long time. I woke up the next morning, showered, and decided to start looking for something. A job, anything to keep my hands busy until I fig

A LOVE LETTER TO YOU (YES, YOU IN THE BACK WHO THINKS I CAN'T SEE YOU) Takes a deep breath and grabs a cafecito Okay, mis amores. We need to talk. First of all—WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! No, seriously, I'm asking YOU. Because I just put Ivy through absolute HELL, left Ares bleeding out in an upside-down SUV, traumatized a six-year-old child (Lucas, baby, I'm so sorry), and ended this book with our girl possibly dying from a head wound while professional assassins close in.

Just one hit on the jaw, and he's already lying unconsciously on the floor. I didn't mean to hurt her, but f*ck I was new to this. I was raised and trained to be a murderer. I was a killer machine. I fell in love once and regretted it. Love made me weak and stupid. But..here I was head over heels in love with a woman who had no reserve for everything. She laughed loud, talked too much, moved, and ate with no poise at all, and d*mn there wasn't a day that she would look for trouble. The moment the back of my palm collided with her soft reddish cheek, I knew I was done. She would never forgive me.

I'm staring at my laptop screen, rereading the last few paragraphs of the chapter that I've ever written. "It didn't really hurt that you chose her over me in the first place. I knew the moment I whispered the word "love" into your ear, you'd walk away from me, and it didn't bother me in the least. It didn't hurt at all — because the hurt is a word that can be said in a split second, and what I was feeling was nowhere near that level of pain. You didn't mean any harm to me at all. Inflicted more than wounds that I would be able to treat not in a heartbeat but over the course of several seasons if I had to. Despite the fact that you barely scratched my skin, you inadvertently scathed my unpro

The whole book went bad and I couldn’t save it. The book got me angry because I couldn’t read a thing from that book. Even the title went bad and was not readable. I felt really angry. I went crazy. There was an energy in me that was awoken. I tried to fight back, but the bullies hurt me even more. They battered my face and the harder I try, the more beaten I receive. The pain and kicks were getting more worse. I knew I shouldn’t fight back. See? But my book. How could they hurt my books!

The public needs something new, something fresh, production companies need this, it is a hit novel by our very own editor, Lylah Jeurgens, Ladies and Gentlemen, I present, Hurt In A Year", Raj clapped. The auditorium erupted with series of clapping. Lylah abruptly stood to her feet, looking around frantically. What in the world was going on?, This wasn't the book she agreed to pitch. Was Raj trying to set her up?, How did he even know about Hurt In A Year? These were the type of questions swirling in her head. She had no one but herself to blame. She was supposed to pitch the book in the first place, but she just had to be late. Not only has she been tardy at the workplace, she couldn't cont

He would do anything for blood as I had read in books. I sat in the room but not a drop of tears fell from my eyes, as if I had known sooner or later he would hurt me like everyone else and he proved it right. I punched the wall and hit my head on it time and again. I screamed like a mad woman and slowly fell to the floor. "Why? Why?" I screamed. Why did this always happen to me? Why? "Stop hurting yourself," I heard him say. "Open the door. You have to let me in, "

How could he hurt me so badly that I almost died? What the hell did I do that was so wrong? I found a medical book in the library, and I was sitting reading it, minding my own business. I love to read, and as a healer, medical books are my heroin. Lorcan bounds into the room and attacks me, and for what? Didn’t he get enough after beating me senseless a couple of hours previously? Yesterday was by far the worst day of my life! When I walked away from Lorcan, I stood in the bathroom for ten minutes, looking at myself in the mirror. My face was a mess with bruises, and my eyes were so bloodshot, there was no white left!

Cayden only promised me. I was only hurt more. What is that sorry for? Sorry because I don't have any help. Sorry because I will end up like this? I'm sorry because I'm not the one he loves anymore. Son of, goooooo! It hurts! That's why those who are hurt become villains because it hurts! "Your sorry won't fix anything," I answered Cayden and left it. I entered the library to research the Restricted Section. •••