Beware My Love Novels & Stories

Her vision became distorted, and the effects of the drugs started to set in heavily "Have I ever told you that I love you?" She slurred "Yes honey, I love you too. Don't talk much. You need to save your strength and eat first else you're going to pass out," Clay retorted, snapping his fingers at the waiter, signalling him to hurry.

I took a deep breath, the air filled with the scent of coffee and freedom. "I was thinking that I used to believe love was everything in life." I squeezed Leo's hand, looking at the light glinting off my ring. "But the truth is, nothing waits for you forever. Especially a love that you strangled with your own hands." Luckily, when one door to darkness closes, life often opens a window to the light. "Let's go, Leo. We're going to be late." "Late for what?" "For embracing our future."

I don’t notice until the liquid spills over my skin. Warm. Sticky. Useless. Just like everything else in this room. Music pulses. Lights flash. People move. Laugh. Touch. Irrelevant. All of it. Because my focus? Is somewhere else. Always somewhere else. Her. Evelessa. Her name sits on my tongue like something sacred. Something dangerous. Something I shouldn’t want as much as I do. But I do. I always will. And now she’s engaged. My jaw tightens. The memory flashes.

He warned and I nodded vehemently like an agama lizard. His dark eyes transmit a warning I receive loud and clear: I’m dangerous. Dont dare lie to me. Stay away. Keep your distance. Too late though because I already lied and his hungry eyes and hypnotic voice have already snared me. Despite the warning, I knew that I had already broken his very first rule.

Like moonlight caught under ice. And there was something in it. Something behind it. Something pressing against it from the other side like a hand against glass. Waiting. Hungry. Close. Baylee swallowed hard. “What is that? Baby — sweetheart, what is that?” The warmth tightened. Not fear. Warning. Stay away. Her breath stuttered. “From the scar?” Stay. Away. Baylee nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. Her throat burned. “Okay. I will. I will, I promise.”

Keep your eyes on my profile and your inbox. Bye, my love.🖤 Hmm… this still feels unreal.🥹

[Otherwise you'll suffer so much, beware of that] Ae dil na kar tu chahte... [Oh my heart never ever fall in love] Tujhko nehi izajate... (You don't have permission to fall in love) Dehliz se... na utar.... [Don't get out from your doorstep] Tanha raho ya bheer mein [It doesn't matter if you're alone or in a huge crowd] Hoti nehi kaam yeh tanhaayeen [The loneliness won't fade a bit]

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, a tender gesture that sent shivers down my spine. “I love you, Agatha,” he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek. “And I’ll wait. As long as it takes.” His words, a promise, a vow of patience, were a balm against the turmoil in my heart. But even as I leaned into him, craving his touch, his reassurance, a tiny voice inside whispered a warning: Be careful, Agatha. Don’t make the same mistake twice.

So I straightened my shoulders, plastered on a smile that felt tighter than glass, and walked away before she could see just how much she’d gotten under my skin. But even as I left, her warning echoed in the back of my mind, louder than the roar of the arena itself: Be careful… or you’ll get burned.

Yet even in pain, Bess didn’t back down. “That’s why I’m going to give you one last warning.” She leaned close, her perfume sharp and suffocating. “Stay away from the Ardent brothers. They’re mine. They’ve always been mine. Undefeated, brilliant, powerful and you? You’re just a stray dog playing in their yard.”