Cruel Love Book Novels & Stories

( Book is Ongoing and Available on Good Novel and Mobi Reader. I love you ( The victimized ) : A book about a lady who was brutally raped by her uncle when she was younger... She managed to free herself from this and moved on with her life. But the trauma never left... Will she be able to find love later on in her life? ( Book is ongoing and available only on Goodnovel. ) Truth is, I am going to miss you all, readers... Do read the Q&A chapter after this... Love you all.....

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She dragged him and the baby, wrapped in blankets, her face twisted with rage, and I had no choice but to follow. They ended up back at the villa. Without a second thought, Susie tossed Chester and the baby into the sauna room and cranked the heat to 180 degrees. Chester went white as a ghost, desperately trying to remind Susie of the love she once had for him. "Susie, you can't do this to me!" However, Susie's love had turned dark and vengeful. "You've been faking it all along, pretending Edward was the bully. It was you pulling the strings, driving a wedge between Edward and me, robbing me of my husband and children!

“I’ll make you an offer, Damien. You can have Aurora, and together, we’ll rule this world. We’ll burn the old order to the ground, and you can have everything you’ve ever wanted. All of this fighting, all this bloodshed… it can end. All you have to do is kneel before me.” Damien’s hand flexed around his gun. He could feel the anger boiling in him, the years of suffering and lies. He had never been one to submit to anyone, especially not someone as vile and manipulative as her. But there was something else—the love, the loyalty he felt for Aurora. That was what drove him. Not power. Not control. “You think you can manipulate me?” Damien’s voice was cold now, his patience finally snapping. “Yo

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.

The queen of the Crescent pack dropped dead to the floor, with her son, Ludovic, crying over her. Author's note: Hello beautiful reader, this story contains lots of cringy graphical contents ranging from bloodshed to torture and fiery sex. This is my first book, and I'll love to read your comments and reviews on it. Don't forget to gift a gem as a token of encouragement. XOXO : )

For a moment he went to the pages of the past, where this horrible woman was once a very beautiful girl at a very young age whom he was willing to give up everything to see and be with. Time and ambition change people a lot and force them to do everything they could never have imagined. A living example was before him... His love of life... Louisa Mcmaster...In whose name he has devoted his whole life. Why doesn't he feel love towards this woman anymore...Only fright and disgust popped un in his mind just by the mention of her name. Sadness and hatred could not touch him...Even when she married someone else out of ambition rejecting him.... Neither when she had her first child with that man.

The unpleasant feeling returned to her soul. She re-played the video where Erwin and her wife kissed. Her anger grew when she saw the kiss and how Erwin was lusting over his owner's wife. Her tears flowed. She closed her eyes and said : "Feel this, Kyara. You have to snatch Erwin Brando from that ugly-faced monkey," She cried, but she re-play the video. As if the kissing video wasn't enough, she did something even crazier.

But it didn’t. I swallowed everything back. It isn't Lucas’ fault, I reminded myself. It isn't his fault that the Italian mob has been worshiping a fraud. A half-Russian fraud. The very thing they hate. It wasn't his fault that his father loved his mother so much he hid everything and treated Lucas like his own. It isn't his fault that I had a crappy father who hadn't thought of faking everything and instead he boasted to everybody that he broke the rules because he was in love! As if love could save him from the consequences. Turns out, I was his last resort.