Historias de Hurtful

If you were asked what color brings life back, what would it be? Green? For Cashle Moriah Ell Armani, it is green. She was blessed. She never had to beg nor fall to her knees to ask for something more. She was a leader of the crowd. Lahat ng galaw niya may buhay, lahat ng reaksyon niya may saysay. She was like every green thing that keeps life dancing. But behind that bright image was a life bound by perfection. She was raised to be flawless. It's impossible, right? But as an only child carrying her family's name and expectations, nabubuhay siyang malaya, pero nakagapos. Her boyfriend. Ang nag-iisang bagay na ginusto ng mga magulang niya para sa kanya. They loved each other so deeply like even the world cannot fight against them. But she lost him. Nawala ang nagpapabuhay sa mundo niya. Desperate, she tried everything. And in her search, she found someone else. From a distance, she saw a man wearing green. It was Frate Kemuel Izsachar Ashby. He was not just a man to notice, he was a man to remember. And so, her foolish game started. She chose to fake love. The woman who once commanded the crowd was now being ruled by her own desperate heart. She planned it all. No guilt. No fear. Until she realized he was different. He loved sincerely. He gave more than she expected, more than she deserved. He gave her life beyond her own concerns, beyond her selfish intentions. She was no longer playing. She was failing, she was falling. And the more she tasted life with him, the more she tried to correct herself for him. She loved him.. When she loved green, it was him she truly loved. Pero nagkamali siya. She was already wrong from the very beginning. She only used him. Why did she? That moment, she knew all green that represents life can wither. Lahat ng may buhay namamatay, nalalanta. And the man who gave her too much of his life did too. Life was the color green for her, but she only knew too little about what it truly costs to waste love born from life.

every day, i count. every day, i write the words i can no longer say to you. counting up from day 1, until it doesn't hurt anymore. these are the texts i didn't send. no skips. no filters. just the raw reality of life when there is no you.

Just like my other book, Pick Up Lines, this is the same thing, only these are anti pick up lines. These are the kinds of things that you would say back to the person if you are not interested.

I'm sorry for not really sticking to one story but I just have so many inspirations for a story and it wouldn't make sense to write them in a werewolf story or my other one. I'm thinking of deleting "Dating the bad boy" what do you think? ------------------------------------------------ This story is about a girl and boy who go through the struggles of life in two different ways and they both think that they are the only people in the world who go through these things.

This small book will include some writings by me, whether it's about love, life or anything that comes to my mind.. I really hope you'd enjoy it

Haley has had so many challenge in her life from her parnet to her aunt. Even falling in love. Will she come falling to peices or stand up to the challenge.

Crush : liking someone who you know will never like you back yet you can help yourself though you know if you talk to him or her, you will get crushed aka rejected. The pain The humiliation This is a poem of how all my crushes end. Almost predictable now.

I don't own the picture I own only my writing

Jamie and Angelina's friendship has lasted years, but now, this love can only last as long as Angelina does. Everyone dies eventually. Angel just seems to be dying a whole lot quicker. A swollen soul needs one that's vanishing too fast too soon.

Samantha Myers, or Sam for short. A foster kid since three and basically, has been home-hopping since then. She never had the chance to feel real love and that made Sam, crave for it. Hitched hiked from City to City when she turned sixteen and had found a place to settle, Sam was thrown from her quiet life to a life filled with mystery, lies, and adventures.

A pen and a journal For me are eternal Like a fiery flame That I cannot tame ~Wiseshow ©All Rights Reserved This is my ORIGINAL WORK

Brad is just a normal kid at school when the new kid comes along he starts to be a different person. It's all a game at first but soon goes down in flames.

"How the fuck did we end up here" "This is all your fault" "Jungkook I'm scared" "Tell us who you are" "Once you die you die there is no replay, try again, or even log out...." "What sick person would make such a thing" "I was a beta user and I knew there was something off about this game from the start" 3,000 players We have to kill to survive There can only be 3 left to win this game This is life or death You can't trust All you can do....is hope

For the people of World War II

A little something about hate, an emotion more common than any other.

Pretty much a place for me to vent on how some fanfics isn't that good of a read and for me to cringe. You can see this as a criticism or a danger to you authors I guess A quick warning, y'all might get angry with the contents but this book is just for myself.

My Feeling... You are my angel We can't meet But I love you..., If you married with someone,I still love you.