Painful Kisses

Painful Kisses

  • WpView
    Reads 33
  • WpVote
    Votes 5
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Mar 13, 2024
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
She was selfish. She was heartless. She was desperate. She was obsessed with him. She will do anything to get what she wants and she won't accept any rejections and defeat. The fruit of her hardwork was indeed successful. She have him now. But despite the happiness she's feeling, it doesn't change the fact that she stole him from another woman. She destroyed an innocent and pure love. But what can she do? She love him. It was painful to love him. All his kisses are painful. All his stares are like daggers stabbing her from behind. The pain was bearable but as the time goes by, pain was starting to fade and numbness dominates her whole being. Will she still love him and stay beside him despite the painful kisses? or Will she surrender her love and start a new life without him?
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • More than a Fantasy
  • My Promdi Sweetheart [S1: Completed]
  • Sinful Duty
  • Obsession of Dela Fuente
  • That Man 1: Nicholash Kleron [Edited Version]
  • The Ruthless Game
  • Don't Leave, Angelus (Affliction Series #4)
  • Threads of Tomorrow: Chase
  • Summer's Rein

In a world where everyone wants to be aesthetic, she's used to being admired but never truly seen. Compliments come easy-"You're so pretty!" "You look amazing!"-but no one ever asks, "Are you okay?" For the longest time, she's felt like a painting in a gallery-gazed at, praised, but never really known. Then there's him. He's not the poetic type who spins metaphors about her beauty, nor the mysterious bad boy everyone secretly obsesses over. He's just... him. The kind of person who forgets his umbrella on rainy days, orders the same coffee every morning, and sometimes stumbles over his words when he's excited. The first time they talked, he didn't stare too long. Didn't say she was breathtaking. Instead, he simply asked: "Pagod ka na ba?" And somehow, that meant more than any compliment ever did. With him, she doesn't have to be perfect. She doesn't have to be put together, doesn't have to filter her words or curate every moment. She can be quiet, messy, lost in her thoughts-and still, he stays. He listens. He waits. He makes her feel like she doesn't have to be anyone else but herself. Sometimes, love isn't about grand gestures or heart-fluttering moments. Sometimes, it's just someone who makes space for you, who stays even when the moment isn't aesthetic, even when you're not your best, even when you have nothing to say. And for the first time, she doesn't feel like a painting in a gallery. She feels like she's home.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines