痛い恋 Novels & Stories

“You’re not here. You can’t be here.” His laugh slithered through the room, low and mocking. I’ve always been here. The air shifted, growing heavier, warmer, until it felt like the walls themselves were closing in. And then the visions slammed into me, no warning, no mercy. Jonathan standing in the rain, soaked through, his eyes pleading. “I love you, Maya. I only hurt you because I couldn’t stand losing you.” Jonathan with blood dripping from his hands, my blood, his expression twisting from sorrow to joy in a blink.

right, Tyler is hurt,the girl I love is in pain. More coming

I said, sweetly. “Hello,” he said in a voice just above a whisper. “You wore me out,” I whined, “and I’m a little sore.” “I have some pain reliever for you,” he offered. “I’m tired of being so loopy,” I complained. “It’s just a strong dose of Ibuprophen,” he assured me. “I dreamt that you took me away to a warm, tropical place,” I said, sheepishly, as I sat up and took the pills he offered. “We made love on the sand.”

Both of our breathing became rough, and I began to moan loudly. With a swift movement, he turned to me and crashed his lips on mine. It was not a sweet kiss, but one full of fiery passion. His tongue entered my mouth at the same time his other hand pinched my nipple vigorously. His hands and mouths were all working on my body at the same time, and I lost my senses and screamed as an orgasm touched me.

she placed her forehead against mine while she moans in pain. “Em, you’re in pain.” “I’ve been in pain for most of my life. For once, let me just feel alive and not feel anything,” she begs. My lips almost touched hers. I don’t really know what to think of this. Is she doing it out of anger and pain, or because she really wants me?

She can feel herself clenching around him, and the familiar pressure building at the pit of her stomach told her that she was going to come. Their kiss becomes even more passionate and sloppy with each stroke of his manhood, moving synonymously against each other. Her grip on the hair at the back of his neck tightened, pulling roughly, earning another soft groan from his mouth into her. Her walls again clench around him, and soon both come together and he successfully spills his beans inside her. Both were panting hard against each other. Her eyes get moist today not with love but with the pain she has in her heart. She wiped her tears before he could see them.

“I’m his obsession, Brett. There is no real love. In real love, people do not hurt each other.” “He hurt you?” I asked, rubbing her arm. It took a while before she answered. “Yes.” I drew a deep breath inside. I tightened my hold on her and tried to relieve her of the pain he caused to her. The fucker had the nerve to mess with two girls with no regrets at all. “When?” I said, pulling her to face me. She remained quiet for a moment and I didn’t press her further. She just roamed her eyes downwards and pulled her arm up. She put it in front of me. I saw a scar on the back of her palm.

As if the pain from her waist was never enough, her Jerusalem felt as if it were pierced, and she was sent anguishing. "Ouch!" She cried. The throbbing pain in between her legs was becoming more and more unbearable. Mervin kissed her forehead and whispered, " Am sorry" "Gosh" She straightened her legs in an attempt to ease the throbbing pain in between her legs. "I will go slow" Mervin whispered into his ear and bit her ear lobe. He was gently trying to penetrate her honey pot. But her tightness was making it harder for him. Of Course, she is a virgin, he expected this. But this was a kinda letdown because he had thought the foreplay would have already had an effect down her cunt.

After some hours Author's pov A broken heart is the worst It's like having broken ribs. Nobody can see it but the pain is unbearable every time you breath Niyati was sitting beside a lake dipping her legs under the water. She was looking at the calm water and thinking about Shivansh. Tears started escaping her eyes automatically. She took out the nuptial chain from her purse and more tears clouded her vision. She clutched the nuptial chain tightly to suppress her emotions.

She clutched the handrail, stubbornly pulling herself down each step, though the pain intensified with every movement. “Are you sure?” Maximilian asked, undeterred. “You wouldn’t want me to call Sloane again, right?” “I can walk by myself,” she retorted, her voice laced with defiance. Yet, deep down, she knew she needed help. “I don’t need your help, especially since you’re the reason I’m in pain like this!” Maximilian paused, then stepped forward with quiet determination, gently taking her arm. “Then let me apologize properly,” he insisted, his grip steady but gentle.