Books About Toxic Love Novels & Stories

" You know, I always wondered why you could not like me the way you liked Marcelo, then I realized, it's love.... and sadly you don't get to choose who you love. Ana, as long as we get to talk like this once in a while I'm content, and even if we didn't, I would still be there if you needed me." "There's....genuine love and there's the toxic one.....the toxic hurts, not just the two people involved but also everyone around them.... like my mom's love for my dad, it has wrecked me and I can't even understand what love is anymore. I kept wondering why she wouldn't give up on him and move on but I guess I get it now, she's obsessed with him Dorian, just like I am with Marcelo. I dread that I ma

Everything he had done in the dark was now exposed to the light of day. "Victoria, I know I've wronged you these past three years. I shouldn't have lied to you, but you have to trust me when I say I've long fallen for you and I love you…" he started, but I cut him off. "You think I would still believe you?" I asked, my voice trembling with contempt. "To be loved by you—it's an insult!" The mechanic's wife handed over the video, an irrefutable piece of evidence. And the transfer records further confirmed the financial exchanges between Zach and Kayla.

"Where have you been the last couple of days? The summer heat has Amanda changing clothes more frequently than usual. Go get her some new clothes, will you?" Perhaps Jonathan noticed I was sweating, for he headed back into the room and returned with an apple. He shoved it into my hand forcefully as if to compensate me for my troubles. I lowered my gaze to hide the emotions flickering through my eyes. Jonathan and I had been married for three years, yet he couldn't seem to remember how I would break out in hives if I so much as took a bite of an apple. I produced the divorce papers and held them out to him. "Let's get a divorce."

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.

I said honestly "Stop caring about people too much." Christian suddenly said and that make me turn to him "That's why people hurt you, because you're too kind and too care towards people." He added "I don't care." I said "This is how I express my love towards people, sometimes I don't care if they hate me. I rather see them happy them being hurt. I tend to make myself hurt first before someone I love hurt." I added "Let's play 10 questions." He said and I nodded

“It hurt, and it hurt worse than death ever would. I know why you thought and said those words. You were trying to be considerate of my feelings or the mate pull I might be having towards Devon. But even in his arms, I looked for your touch. I guess that’s how I have always loved. You are not just in my words and thoughts or heart and mind or soul, you are everywhere from my reality to my reverie.” Diana leaned back against the table. She shut her eyes, inhaling deeply. I lowered my head, consumed by Diana. “It’s you and you and then you and you again and only you, Zephyr. It’s such a wrong way to love someone that even if they joke about leaving, you break. But this is how I love and it’s t

Her voice broke, and I leaped out of the chair and pulled her in a tight hug. “Nope. Not even close. Love makes us do stupid things. You know that I have been prisoned, left in a burning sauna, got kidnapped, slapped, hit, and held at gunpoint millions of times, but if I were to choose any other man entirely apart from the ones I have, I would rather choose a diabolical death. I am talking about being chained upside down and underwater kind of death. We love toxic, we are a magnet of toxic.” I said rubbing her back, she nuzzled in the crook of my arm. She snorted a burst of ugly laughter and then pulled me to her lap. She was always the taller one, so I just sat.

It was the first theorem etched into her bones by a family that treated love like a loaded die: roll it once, and it might buy you loyalty; roll it twice, and you'd be the one left exposed, predictable, ripe for the carve. Affection wasn't a gift in the Devacraux world—it was a liability, a crack in the armor that invited the blade. Love made the powerful sloppy. It softened edges, blurred lines, turned titans into fools who whispered secrets in the dark. And predictable people? They were clay in the hands of the patient. Easy to mold. Easier to shatter.

Cynthia stated and it wasn't a question. Dane shrugged trying not to look as guilty as he felt. Cynthia nodded in understanding. She smiled pitifully as she wiggled away from him. "This is not working, you know." Dane knew this particular conversation has been coming for a while now, yet he still asked, "What is not working?" "This. This dating...relationship...it's more toxic than unrequited love." She said sadly, "A relationship where the couples love another people and always see the ones they love in the eyes of their partners, it's a very unhealthy relationship."

His muscles were solid beneath my fingers, rock solid, and his grip on me tightened as he tried to control the shaking of his hands through shallow breaths. I felt the burn of tears as I sat there, completely powerless to stop whatever was going through his mind. He could be remembering anything, any horror, and there was no way I could stop it. I had been there so many times already and it had ripped my heart apart each and every time. But I wouldn’t leave. Love was stronger than hate. Whatever hate was locked inside his body and whatever hate was burned into his mind, I knew our love could push it out. I believed in the power it gave us.