Against The Loveless World: A Novel Novels & Stories

“This—us—it’s not sin. It’s love. Holy in its own way. You don’t need forgiveness from anyone but yourself.” Tears fell, mixing with the water. “I love you,” I confessed, the words freeing something deep inside. “You’ve saved me.” She smiled, soft and real. “I love you too, angel. And I’ll corrupt you every day if that’s what it takes to keep you.” In her arms, with the crucifix watching from the wall, I found my absolution. Not in prayer, but in her touch. In our sin. In our salvation.

“The world does not erase what it loves. It rewrites it.” She stumbled back, shaking her head. “No… no, I wanted to save them, not—” But the figure was already upon her, hand pressing gently to her heart. The warmth that flooded her chest was both love and oblivion. You can’t hold both, whispered the voice of the world. So it held them for you. Her knees buckled. She fell into the figure’s arms — into their arms — and for one unbearable instant, it felt right. Kael’s strength. Draven’s fire. Their scent, their heartbeat, their presence. Everything she’d lost, returned.

He whispered one word to himself. “Firewall.” Then he walked toward the light. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “There was never room for love in our world. So we carved it into the spaces between bullets and betrayals.” “We didn’t fall in love. We folded it into the war and dared it to survive.” —Aria

“You need to focus on the strong. On the future. On what’s right in front of you.” Her touch burned, not with desire, but with revulsion. Her words were daggers, twisting the knife of his guilt and despair. *Fragile. Break. Not built for our world.* Each syllable was a desecration of Novah’s memory, a justification for Loveth’s own poisonous actions. The numbness fractured, replaced by a surge of icy fury so potent it momentarily stole his breath.

MICHAEL’S POV… We all believe in love changing us into better people, we all believe love can make us do extraordinary things, and we all believe love can make us change our ways of living, but what we refused to see or believe is that broken love can make us more worse than we were before, it can make us change into more horrible beings that we were before.

So I decided to wake her up. I removed her blanket and was about to touch her arm to wake her up but as soon as my hand got near her. Suddenly a forceful hand swapped my hand away by gripped it. I became so angry. I got up and looked towards that person to readily show him the hell. But again I became numb like a statue. 'Arghhhh..how could he appear in front of me again and again. First in the morning, he made me feel so worthless and now he is again ? Is he for real? He broke my chain of thought again by snapping his fingers. Ohh shit ..why I always lose my mind when he is near me.

Hmm, I don't think it's hard to figure out what you just told me… I love you against everyone, against all the hate we were wrapped in, against all those who said our love was impossible, against all odds! The End.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re still bothering with me or why you’re even here. You said you don’t want me. Why do you give a shit about what I do? If you really don’t want me, just stay away from me. Pick a lane and stay in it. If you prefer your bubble-headed girlfriend over me, fine. Have at it. Just leave me the fuck alone. I just want to get on with my life.” The hatred in his eyes when he looked at me could have peeled paint off a wall. But he didn’t say anything or move. I swiped the back of my hand over my eyes, feeling bone-tired and weary. Within me, Alera was silent and blocked off from me. I took a deep breath. "I, Adassah Natasha Rumanoff, reject you, Matteo—”

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

Because there’s none out there. The world we see is a glamor for deceit and evilness. There’s no love and no joy. Just insanity. Pure madness. And Hunter… Hunter’s a psychopath. I take a deep breath before closing my eyes to fade out these thoughts. However, when I open them again, I feel warm and cold at the same time. And I find the view in front of me distorted—just the blurry face of a man who could be Hunter. My heart skips a beat.