You Hurt Yourself To Make Me Stay Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Why are you always trying to get under my skin? I don’t want to see you. Can’t you respect that? Just leave me alone!” “Hey, calm down. I'm not here to get you upset,” he said quickly, “I’m as hurt as you are about what happened. If I could, I would take your pain myself. I would rather be the one lying in that bed with bandages than see you like this.”

"Why are you so cruel to me?!" I screamed, voice breaking. "Why do you look at me like I'm some monster?! Why do you talk to me like I disgust you?!" I pointed at my own chest, sobbing. "I cook for you until my hands burn-" I held up my fingers, red and scarred. "Not because I want to poison you! Because I genuinely wanted to do something for you guys.. " My voice cracked harder. "I stay quiet-I stay out of your way-I try and try and try-"

I needed it to steady myself before I admit to this man in front of me that his rejection of me hurts more than I wanted it to. "I may not be what you envisioned…I am not Vanessa Stillblood or any other picture perfect girl out there and I don't even know why it matters to you. I just wanted to stay here…with Stormi. I didn't come here for you. You mean nothing to me! And so I am going to say this once, stay out of my way and I will stay out of yours…bad mouth me again to anyone and I will rip out your spine and trot you with it"

Bad things. I wanted to hurt myself, I wanted to go to the edge of a cliff, jump off it, screaming in pain while my head got smashed against rocks so that the pain would remind me how much of a jerk I was, but when I recalled that whatever happened to me would affect her too because of the mate bond, I refrained myself. I pulled her even closer to myself as I took quick strides to my chambers. Being like this was hurting all her wounds and I couldn’t bear to see her in anymore pain so I had to be as fast as I could.

My body pulsated with his touch. " It's….breathtaking,....like a craving I need to satisfy and I am not sure how or why… but, ….I just don't want to hurt you. You know I have to still pester you right? I have to keep up appearances with the guys. But I just hate myself for the shit I did before. I can't change it and I really am sorry."

this is wrong Trix, don't you assume how many times you've been hurt because you assume! "Stay awake looking at your beauty telling myself I'm the luckiest man alive." I turned around and covered my face with my hand, my tears started to fall again. 'Why are you torturing me Ken? I'm having a hard time when you're like that, can you just tell me right away that you're going to trip me up so it's over because when you do that I hope, even if you hurt me again and again, my heart keeps beating for you.'

I even wrote your note for you. She tilted her head. ‘You know what? I’m bored of this. I’m not going to torture you anymore. I’m just going to finish it.’ She took a few steps back, the lighter flicking open in her hand once more. The little flame sprang to life, obedient to her will. ‘I was wrong before,’ she mused, her voice taking on a dreamy, unhinged quality. ‘Hurting myself didn’t make him stay. But hurting you… destroying you… that will leave him with no one else. He’ll have to come back to me. He’ll have no other choice.’

I declared. He smiled. I don’t know why the injury on his hand hurt me. Seeing him furious the last time got me worried. I almost hated myself for causing his anger. “If that will make you stay, I won’t hurt myself. But what if I hurt you? Won’t you leave then?” he questioned. I became silent. Was he going to hurt me? What would he do to me? I sipped my drink once more. I can’t bear any man hurting me again, not after that…I don’t wish to recall. It breaks every bone in me.

“Wanna sing it?” “Well…” “Now” he said. I nodded and then took out the paper. “My mama left at 9 years old My father stayed out in the cold I made a promise I would never be them But here I am inside this place Suffocated by your face I choose to stay cuz I'm too scared of leaving So you're smashing frames to make me hurt And saying things that I don't deserve I sit there and take it, just like you know I would Cuz the sound of screams are easier

“You stabbed yourself, Vesper. You actually fucking did it.” “Let me go!” I scream, but my voice cracks halfway through, betraying me. He doesn’t move and doesn’t flinch. “That’s what this is, isn’t it?” His voice lowers, but it cuts sharper than any blade. “You hurt yourself to stop feeling. When it gets too much, when someone gets too close, you bleed it out. You fight me because you want me to hurt you, so you don’t have to feel anything else.” I buck beneath him, fury and panic colliding, but he doesn’t budge.