Alex Volkov Twisted Love Quotes Novels & Stories

he tells me , snuggling his face at the crook of my neck. Love me? How could he love me and then hurt me – it made no sense. “I just love you so much that I want to do what is best for you , even if that means putting you in your place” he whispers on my skin , before grazing his tongue on my neck. Is this what love is? That they love you so much that they will resort to hurting you , just so that you are good? It can not be love , because Alex does not love me. I know and have been told that when some one loves you that they can do you no wrong - that the very thought of you being hurt , will hurt them tenfold. I shiver in disgust as I feel him licking at my skin , but luckily it ends as so

It never really is a hassle for me. “We talked about this, Inessa.” He says in his legendary insensitive voice. He picks up my hair strain that was sitting on my face lazily and slowly tucks it under my ears. “I am aware.” “Then why are you still doing this?” “Because I want your love.” My voice is higher than usual. “I want you to be madly in love with me.” “So, you can break me as my mother did to dada?” He is slipping poisons with his roaring voice.

He stopped a few feet away, giving me space. “I understand what you're feeling,” he said softly. “But Rob loves you, and Sylvia was only trying to help.” Tears welled in my eyes, but I fought them back. Josh chuckled softly, and went on. “You know Odette. You've been in a room with her. She's pure seduction. She knows how to twist things to her advantage.” I inhaled deeply, his words resonating with me. Despite everything, I wanted to believe in Rob, in us. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

—Do what you want Alfa, in the end you always do your will —We are already understanding each other, honey. —I would like to continue waiting while you settle your differences as a couple, but this witch and I need to settle certain accounts. —The hand that was squeezing my neck closed more trying to leave me without air and I laughed at my carelessness —Always a rat Axel, coward to the end —Don't blame me, it was you who was careless. —Look around you. Is it worth eradicating these people because of an obsession of yours?

It was easy to remove my dick. It easily found its way into her, she was hot and tight. I wish I had more time. Thrusting slowly into her but I wasn't pleased. I turned her over, facing me. I could see her vagina clearly. It was wet. I pulled down my trousers, I let my dick out through the hole. Before now, it wasn't free. I, thrusted hardly into Lupita. She was moaning lightly, maybe because Torillio was there. "It's time, boss", Torillio said, trying to pull me off Lupita.

I should have protested—the Queen shouldn't be carried, shouldn't show weakness—but exhaustion overwhelmed pride, and I allowed myself this moment of vulnerability with the one person I trusted completely. "Rest," he said, tucking the covers around me with unexpected tenderness from hands that had torn out hearts and crushed throats. "Sleep will help your body process the remaining poison." I caught his hand before he could move away, twining my fingers with his. "I love you, Lukas Volkov," I said, the words simple but weighted with everything I couldn't articulate—gratitude for his strength, appreciation for his restraint when I knew he wanted to tear apart everyone involved in hurting me,

‎ ‎Because he wanted this. ‎ ‎He wanted her in ways more than one. ‎ ‎And for the first time, Aleksei Volkov understood that sometimes, loving someone meant allowing yourself be selfish, and right now, his desire had won against his reasoning and he was willing to let himself be selfish for once. ‎Lola slowly pulled back, her hand caressing his cheek. ‎Her eyes searched his. ‎ ‎"Aleksei?" ‎ ‎"Yes?" ‎ ‎She took a breath. ‎ ‎"I love you."

"What kind of joke is this?" Aria snapped at him. "I don't love you or anyone else." She said, snatching her hand from him. Aleksandr shook his head. "Talk about me, not anyone else. When you say love your next word should always be my name, I Love Aleksandr. See how good it sounds. Now don't be shy and say these words to me, Tigritsa." Aria gave him a blank look, doubting his conscience for a second. Then she scowled at him. "In your dreams, Aleksandr Fedorov. I don't believe in this word. Obsession. That's what I have for you. That's it!"

“Just because you have money and power doesn’t mean you own us! It doesn’t mean you get to decide who lives and who dies! It doesn’t mean you get to tear people apart just for your own sick entertainment! You think this makes you strong?! You think hurting people makes you important?! It only makes you small, Will! Small and miserable and empty inside!” I took another step closer, glaring right into his eyes, not caring anymore what he did to me. “Mark my words—karma is real! Everything you have done, every lie, every secret, every tear you have made people cry—it is all coming back to you! And I will never, ever love you! Not even a tiny little piece of my heart will ever be yours! Every si

“It couldn’t have just been that they were sending a message. If that were the case, they would have shown themselves. They will be back and I want them to burn.” “Da, lyubov' moya. Vse, chto ty khochesh', eto tvoye.” [Yes, my love. Everything you want is yours.]