Alex Volkov Twisted Love Quotes Novels & Stories

“I’m not an easy person to love.” “Good thing I never cared much about taking the easy road.” I sat up straight and looked him straight in the eyes. “You are cold and infuriating and, I admit, a little scary. But you are also patient and supportive and brilliant. You inspire me to chase my dreams and drive away my nightmares. You are everything I didn’t know I needed, and you make me feel safer than anyone else on the planet.” I took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say—again—is, I love you, Alex Volkov. Every part of you, even the parts I want to slap.”

“Fuck the thirty days. Fuck the arrangement. Fuck every version of this that was supposed to end with me walking away because I was NEVER walking away, Ember Aragon. I was never capable of it. The man who got on that helicopter and flew to Switzerland was lying to both of us and the man who turned around and ran back through a forest as a wolf was telling the truth for the first time in his miserable life.” Love. He loves me. The word ricochets through my skull and hits every wall and bounces back and hits them again. He loves me. Knox Volkov loves me. And he said it without a single second of hesitation, without a flinch, without the usual wall slamming down behind his eyes to protect him f

I trembled, every fiber of my being crying out for release, for a way to escape the suffocating pressure he had built around me. But I couldn’t escape. Not from him. Not from this twisted game we played. “I’m not like you,” I repeated, but the words came out as a broken plea, a weak protest that even I knew was futile. Viktor’s smile widened, a dark gleam flashing in his eyes. “You’re exactly like me. You’ve always been. You just never had the courage to admit it.” And with that, he kissed me again, deeper this time, until there was nothing left of me but the dark, twisted desire he had awakened inside me.

Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…" I opened the door and addressed everyone regretfully, "Look at this madman. He's delusional. Everyone knows my ex-fiancé died on the battlefield. How could he possibly be standing here now?" The crowd burst into laughter. "Exactly! How shameless of the Twilight pack to resort to such dirty tactics!" "In my opinion, Andre Ackhurst was never good enough for Jane anyway. His death is probably for the best. At least Jane stands a chance at happiness!" "Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!"

“I want you to show me my true potential, and then I want them to know that they didn’t break me.” “Good girl,” I smirk before I pull the t-shirt off her. She gasps, eyes widening. “Is—” “Is this a part of teaching you? Yes and no, but we both want this, don’t we?” She freezes. “Right now, it might not make sense to you, but you’ll thank me later.” The words of the witch flash in my head, “I curse you, Aleksis, son of Ivan. I curse you to lose what you hold dear. Solus verus amor id frangere potest. Let’s see if someone still loves you when you have nothing to offer.”

I winked while she scrunched her face. "Well... I....I still hate you." she stuttered, trying to hide her smile and get away from my arms but I started kissing her neck, pushing her against the nearest wall and held her arms tightly. "You know, you have told me you hate me more times than you have told you love me," I spoke against her skin, running my hands all over her body, "But I know you love me, baby girl. Do you know how?" I asked, pushing her dress up her ass and touched her pussy over her panties.

Volkov chuckled while shaking his head, but the sound instantly raised goosebumps on Valentine’s arms. “Not today, but one day you will understand it. You think of me as a blind man when I can see the feelings blooming inside your heart. If that’s not the case then what man will run at midnight to have the head of those who looked at his woman? You would never express your undeniable love but always be possessive of her. You will keep her chained away from all the eyes once you will claim her. You will kill for her and even rip your heart when the time of sacrifice comes. But she won’t understand this. Never. How could she when you will speak everything but one word that means everything to

Could he topple her over the edge? Victor's hand curled around his lover's throat and he pulled her up such that her back was arched and she was kneeling at the same time. "Such a wicked sight, isn't it?" He finally said a word after such a long time.

Alex chimed in, coming to stand on my other side. As I poured out the whirlwind of emotions stirred by her, my words took on a poetic fervor, intertwining with the complexities of my feelings. "It's like every heartbeat echoes her name, and my thoughts are just a symphony of her laughter. She's become this enchanting force, weaving her magic around me. It's as if my world revolves around her, and I can't escape the gravitational pull of her presence." Ivan, true to his sarcastic and witty nature, quirked an eyebrow. "Well, Kirill, last time I checked, love songs had better rhymes. Are you sure you're not secretly moonlighting as a poet?"

"You're too beautiful, Cara, sometimes the sight of you almost drives me crazy myself." I couldn't hold back the skeptical smile that appeared on my face. Alex's body staggered a little but he tried to keep his balance, with an annoyed snort he continued his speech again. "Now I have to get rid of two Strav- Stratvas-" He paused, looking frustrated at not being able to pronounce the name 'Stratovsky'. If it wasn't for his cute expression right now, I might have kicked him out of my room. Alex cleared his throat. "Now I have to get rid of those two bastard brothers. Then who else should I get rid of after them ... It's all because of your pretty face."