Who Hurt You Book Novels & Stories

Was that how I would move on and love myself? Frustrated, I crumbled the page in my fist, and for the first time in my life, I was tearing my book. It was making me frustrated, everything around me was frustrating and out of tune. What had he done to me that I couldn't even see the wound that needed to repair? What wound to pay attention? His or of that bitch? Whose hurt more? Whose effected more? Whose wrecked me further? "You shouldn't have come," Kabir's voice stopped my tearing and I snapped my head at him. "You're tired after the flight."

And slid to the floor in the hallway, shaking. Not because I hated him. But because I didn’t. And that hurt worse than anything. End of Chapter 17

“I guess that means you’re in too deep.” “Nope, no. You’re supposed to tell me I should find a way to push them away, even if I’ll get hurt in the process.” He tilts his head to the side. “Why do you have to get hurt in the process? If anyone should be in pain, it’s them.” “I don’t like that—hurting people, I mean. I feel horrible doing it to you.” “Never mind me. I’ll just be your practice, babe. Now, tell me, who’s the asshole?”

I just walked to the window of my room and stared out into the dark. But he came in. I heard his footsteps before I felt his presence. He didn’t speak. Just closed the door gently behind him. “I don’t know what hurts more,” I said finally, not turning to face him. “Knowing what they did to Lucas. Or knowing that the people who did it were the ones I loved the most.” The silence behind me was heavy, like the pause before a storm breaks open. “She was my sister,” I said. “My sister, Damien. And Adrian… I thought… I thought he was different. He held my hand and looked me in the eyes and told me he’d never lie to me.”

I barely register the words I am reading which frustrates me to no end, to make matters worse, my stitches itch like a motherfucker and it's taking everything in me not to pick at them. Fuck this. I slam the book closed and spring to my feet, startling my personal entourage. They fall in behind me as I march to the door and fling it open, but my dramatic exit is cut short when I slam into a chest. "Shit," I hiss, rubbing my nose to soothe the ache, then I glare up at the person. Alex gives me a flat stare in response, his glacial eyes devoid of emotion. The sound of a gunshot echoes in the back of my mind and I feel the warmth of blood splashing on my face. I wince at the recollection of the

****Xavier**** “Reject me….” Henry’s voice echoes in my mind as I struggle to comprehend the pain in his words. His eyes, filled with hurt and disappointment, pierce through me, leaving me with a sense of regret and longing. And the bruises on his body who could have hurt him so badly? And the bloodstains on his shirt, evidence of the physical violence he endured. My heart aches at the thought of someone causing him such harm, and I vow to punish whoever is responsible for hurting him in such a cruel way.

"I will hurt everyone who hurt you, baby. I will let them feel the burning fire of hell. So please... tell me everything..." "Why don't you try to hurt yourself first, Ethan?" That made him stop. I gulped and shook my head. "Among all the people who hurt me in the past, you were the best at hurting me. You always had the way to hurt me. So instead of getting back at them, why don't you hurt yourself? Why don't you let yourself feel the hell first?"

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She snatched the book from Zahir. That was the first time I was having a clearer look at the book, “but it’s so beautiful… Can I see it?” “S-sure. Here,” she handed me the book. As soon as I touched the books, there was a sharp pain in my head. My ears went numb for a few seconds, but in those few seconds I heard agonising screams, screeches that could tear a soul, cries for help, shouts all mixed and ringing in my head. Some strange images flashed in front of my shut eyes of something that looked like a massacre.

How can he hurt me? ************************* I just woke up and I realized whom I bed with last night. I trailed my hands on the mattress if he was still with me but instead of grabbing his hands, I found a letter. I cupped my head as I got up from my bed. I think a drink a lot of whiskeys last night. "Urghhh" I mumbled to ease the pain. I'm still half asleep while reading It. "Hi, I had fun last night. Call me if you need some company.