Alex Volkov Twisted Love Quotes Novels & Stories

“Secondly, I’ve seen the Hallmark Channel. This isn’t how love works.” Kristian laughed. “I thought I might have to explain sex tips to my younger brother. Not love.” “Think I got the sex thing down, but thanks.” Staring into his tumbler glass, he swirled the vodka in his glass. “I loved Gianna for years before she ever even looked at me. Love isn’t hearts and flowers. Sometimes, it fucking sucks.” “You’re really selling this to me,” I said drily. “I don’t have to sell it. You’ve already gone and fallen for Alexei Mikhailov’s daughter.” I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t.

I say to everyone and let Hercules take my hand. "I love you Alexander Blackwood." "I love you more than you can imagine."He replies in a low voice. His love confession fills my heart with a new energy to fight the witch who is going to cost me my everything.

unopened red velvet ring box in his hands. “I really am in love with you Sofia, I’m not just saying I’m in love with you for the hell of it. I honestly feel it deep within my heart and soul. I truly am whole heartedly in love with you. I love the way your eyes light up when you with your family. When you look at me and when you speak to me. I know you already proposed to me, but I wanted to do this right. Being in love with you makes every day worth living… I would never leave you. I promise you that with all my heart and soul. No matter how hard times get, no matter how many times we’ll argue, I will choose you, and I will fight for this love to never die, for our love to grow daily. I will

"Is it? Because from where I'm standing, you look just as obsessed. Just as sick. Look what you've done to yourself in just seven days without her." I caught my reflection in one of the cathedral's stained glass windows. Hollow cheeks, wild hair, eyes that burned with fever and desperation. "I love her," I said simply. "The way my brother loved her. The way I loved my brother." Alexei's smile was cold. "Love makes us all monsters, Mikhail. The only difference is how well we hide it." "What do you want?" I asked again, my voice getting weaker. I feñt like I could faint any minute.

“And we’re still here. Still choosing.” Dmitri’s low laugh rumbled. “Wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything.” Nikolai kissed the top of her head. “The currents get stronger as they grow. But so do our foundations.” Alexei, ever poetic, murmured, “And the love gets deeper. Wider. More honest.”

"Looks like someone may miss out on the party." Axel grinned. "Just a few more years, and she'll be running around with them." He halted our stride, turning to face me. The last hints of daylight reflected in his eyes, deepening the pools of emotion they already held. He leaned down, his voice tender, resonating with a depth of emotion. "Ya tak tebya lyublyu, moya koroleva," he murmured in Russian. Those words, "I love you so much, my queen," made my heart melt. Natalya cooed sleepily against Axel's chest as if she was agreeing with her father's sentiment. Blame it on the baby hormones – I found myself tearing up. Seriously, this little one owed me for the emotional roller coaster!

He touches them like they’re simply another part of me that he loves. He washes the ink on my arm. The wolf, the geometric lines. “I love this one,” he says, tracing the wolf. “It looks like you.” “Mean?” I ask. “Loyal,” he corrects. He looks me in the eye. “Steadfast. Sexy as fuck.” He drops the sponge into the water before reaching out to cup my face with both wet hands. “I love you, Alexei Basov,” he says. It’s the hundredth time he’s said it, but it never stops hitting me like a physical force.

“You own it all, angel. I’d rip out my heart and tattoo you there, if I could.” “Aleksei…” My own beating organ lodges in my throat, heat pushing behind my eyes. “But when we were in the library, you didn’t say you loved me back.” He drops down above me on all fours. A panther prowling above his claim. “Ah, Georgina. I’ve been telling you every day for years. With everything I do, I tell you I love you.” His mouth descends to feast on one breast, then the other, his lips and tongue made of magic. “Did you think I would take you to a Justin Bieber concert if I didn’t worship and love you with my very soul? Angel, my fucking ears were bleeding.”

He tried to look away, but Anton’s gaze held him, unwavering. “I love the guilt you carry because it made you the most fiercely principled man I’ve ever known. I love the shadows in your eyes because they make the light in them so much brighter when it comes. I love your mind—your relentless, brilliant, terrifying mind—that can build a lie to save a truth. I love the feel of your hand in mine. I love the sound of your voice when you’re tired. I love you.”

Ava's POV I crouched down, picking up the same card that greeted me every day on the terrace. Today's cringe-worthy quote read: "Have enough courage to trust love one more time." I laughed out loud, shaking my head. "God, you're getting sappier every day," I said, dialing the ingenious person behind this. Coming down the stairs. "Well, I wouldn't have to if you gave me a chance," Abhi answered, his voice carrying that familiar mix of teasing and sincerity. "It's been years, Ava. Even my stash of quotes is running dry."