Your Words Cut Deeper Than A Knife Novels & Stories

“She used people. Broke them. Sacrificed her own blood for power. I survived her and fought to not become her.” His hands are clenched into fists. Jaw tight. Breathing heavy now, like he’s wrestling something far deeper than anger. I can tell I've touched a nerve that wasn't meant to be touched. Part of me is glad to see the turmoil he's currently going through, and another part feels sympathetic. It makes me wish I could take back my words. But that's one thing about words… they're like arrows. Once released, you can't call them back. They hit where they hit, and sometimes, all one can do is hope the wound isn’t too deep.

, he yelled at me. Those words kept coming back in my mind as if they were sharp knives, that cut every part of me and left a deep hole inside my heart. I was totally broken... Ravaged... Abandoned...

she said flatly. The knife continued its rhythm, slice after slice, as if she hadn’t just set fire to my ego. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Women didn’t talk to me that way. They sighed, they moaned, they whispered promises of forever. They didn’t throw words at me like blades. And yet… God, I’d never been harder in my life. I laughed, though it came out rough. “That’s harsh. You don’t even know me.”

Six years and still I'm not able to get over that stupid excuse for a human. After another trip to memory land I got up to take a shower even though the cramps are killing me I just feel so dirty remembering all the way Kashan had used me. After taking a shower I look at all the scars that decorate my body the marks from the stitches I got, the scars and burn marks that define me as a person. The day his customers stopped coming after I almost killed two his abuse started and before it was just on my arms and legs or the hidden parts of my body leaving my face but then every time I looked in the mirror I saw a broken girl with bruises and busted lips or black eyes.

*If she really was the love of your life, you wouldn’t be searching for her in every stranger you meet. The words hadn’t just stung; they had flayed me. She had reached into the darkest, most hollow part of my chest and twisted the knife with surgical precision. It was the kind of strike only someone who knew the exact depth of my grief could land. And yet, she was supposed to be a stranger.

The pain was sharp, hot, like needles beneath my skin, but even then, it was nothing compared to what their words were doing to me. Worthless,” they hissed. “Trash. Filthy omega. Nothing but a stain on the world.” Their words hit like punches, each one stabbing deeper, leaving wounds nobody would see. I wanted to tune them out, but their taunts were inescapable, filling every inch of the air I breathed, as if they were embedding themselves under my skin.

"I was just using you to gain information." Her words hurt me harder than a thousand knives. * * * Dun, dun, dun~ what do you think, my angels? :))

Yna whispered. “I didn’t quote get it.” The man said to her. The tides made have been louder than her whisper. Yna let out a sigh. To speak of about it were like there are thousands of knives that were penetrating her chest. They were there still buried, their sharp edge that made her to continue to bleeds nonstop. The blood flows and Yna do not wanted them to stop anymore. She wanted tl let it all out, because that was the only thing she can resort as of the moment.

I would rise from the ashes, stronger and fiercer than ever. With each passing moment, the darkness within me grew, merging with my own soul. Knife was no longer just a name, but a part of my being—a symbol of strength and resilience in the face of unimaginable loss. The forest seemed to sense this shift, the branches reaching out like dark tendrils, as if welcoming the return of their own.

I stated, the words sharp and jagged. The words felt like shards of glass leaving my mouth, cutting into the silence of the room. “He didn't even bother to hide it from the pack or from me.” A profound, shocking silence filled the chamber at my revelation.