Cruel Love Book Novels & Stories

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

She kissed his chest before she fell asleep. Marco kissed her hair. He didn't know why but he finally felt fulfilled. He thought he would get this feeling after killing the bikers but he didn't. Finally when Isabel was in his arms as his wife. He felt his life was complete. Things were quite rough at the start when Ricardo had kidnapped his baby sister. He planned that he would revenge. But this was definitely a Revenge Gone Wrong. His plan was all sorted out until he looked into her beautiful young eyes and he knew his hands were tied. There was no way he could hurt her. He loved her too much. His hand found her belly. He wanted a little girl just like Isabel and his wish came true.

I've finally found my place in life. Love is patient; love is kind. It does not envy; it does not boast; it is not proud. It does not dishonour others; it is not self-seeking; it is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails Book two out soon The Altundral Princess, Love always Helen S XXXX

Marriages that look like alliances but feel like slow executions, vows signed in blood where the bride walks in breathing and walks out owned, because there are only two ways to leave… buried or erased. Then there are the lies that wear the shape of love. Men who kiss your forehead in public and tighten invisible chains around your throat in private, who don’t even realize they’re cruel because control is the only language they were raised to speak. Predators who claim you with teeth and heat, who leave marks deeper than skin and vanish before morning, turning your body into a battlefield that remembers every touch long after they’re gone. And the cruelest lesson of all… love that reads like

“…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—” His middle finger pressed directly on her clit, rubbing in tight, slow circles. She whimpered. “Keep. Reading.” She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper. Forced the words out between shallow pants. “…something that refuses to die even when the body does…” He slid one finger inside her—slow, deep—curling just right against that spot that made her knees buckle. Then a second finger. Stretching her. Filling her. His thumb kept working her clit in the same merciless rhythm.

Croft held me through every shattered breath, whispering broken apologies into my hair. I felt something inside me snap. And in that moment, grief became something else. This wasn’t just a tragedy; it was a message. From Stanley. From the man who had beaten me, killed my unborn child, terrorized my existence, and now, now he had taken Peculiar.

The incident with the electrician taught me that. It taught me that unresolved pain doesn’t disappear. It mutates. It turns into control, cruelty, and silence sharpened into weapons. It taught me that love without mutual respect can become something terrifying. And by the time I saw it clearly, I was already standing in the ruins of everything I thought we’d rebuilt. To the women reading this, please hear me. Do not insult the person who loves you in ways you cannot undo. Words are not harmless. They live forever in the minds of those we say them to. You cannot humiliate someone and expect their love to remain gentle.

December, 1996. Nathan just returned back to his home from his older brother’s. They were brothers only bond by blood, but each carrying an unsettling scores against each other. To Raymond, Nathan was the golden son who had inherited a throne and immediately let it slip through his fingers. To Nathan, Raymond was the reason their father’s hair had turned white overnight- a man so blinded by his own bitterness that he couldn’t see the ghost of the debt Nathan had paid to keep him out of a cage.

Overnight, he went from a rich, pampered heir sitting high above everyone else to an outcast they all wanted to see crushed. How could he possibly accept that? To his shock, Caitlin didn't even glance his way before rolling up the window. "My hand!" Shane's fingers were caught in the window, blood seeping out. At the sound of his scream, Caitlin finally looked at him properly. "Our history together? Shane, I want nothing more than to kill you right now," she said with a cruel smirk. The window nearly severed Shane's fingers entirely. In the end, all ten of his fingers were crushed to splinters.

"And I'll work on Kristine. Make her doubt everything. Her job. Her relationship. Her judgment. Until she's so dependent on me she can't imagine life without me." "And then?" "Then George leaves because he can't handle the pressure. Kristine is heartbroken. I'm there to pick up the pieces. Again." "Except this time she sees you differently." "This time she realizes I'm not her brother. I'm a man who loves her. Who's always loved her. Who will do anything for her." Claire raised her glass. "To terrible people doing terrible things for love." Nathan clinked his glass against hers. "Anything for the one you love."