Cruel Love Book Novels & Stories

I open the grimoire, which Helena left with me, which I have been reading in the evenings with the specific discipline of someone doing something they do not fully believe in and doing it anyway because the alternative is worse. I find the page I was reading last night. The curse feeds on the actions of its host. Every cruelty committed in the name of love becomes fuel. The host believes they are acting from pain. The curse ensures the pain never runs out. I look at the pull quote on my phone. I look at the page. I close the grimoire.

"You heal it now and I'll do it again." She challenged. "You might be the most powerful supernatural but you can't stop me from taking my own life." "Stop this stupidity" He growled at her. "You can't take your life" He cupped her face. "Do you understand?" "Why do you care?" She sobbed. He grabbed her hand and started taking away her pain. Valerina struggled and screamed in agony when it started hurting. She could feel the torn tissues sealing back to its previous position. "Because I love you"

Even the library felt intentional; books placed where I’d find them, titles that matched my old curiosities, the bindings soft under my fingertips like false friends. For a heartbeat, I wanted to live. And that was his trick, wasn’t it? He didn’t just steal my freedom—he dangled it in front of me like a cruel lover, reminding me what I could never have. The cruelty was artful. He was a man who understood leverage. A soft word in the morning, a withheld favor the next evening — each small oscillation tightened the cords around me. It was manipulation dressed as generosity. I pressed my palms against the cold glass of the window, staring at the gardens below. The guards still marched, rifles g

I confessed and my eyes flickered subtly. Selene's lips moved and more tears rolled down her face. "Then, do you love her?" My jaw clenched. My heart stirred slightly but I ignored the strange feeling and steeled my eyes on Selene. "I love you," I confessed. Right. Selene was the only woman I loved.

“He wasn’t gentle, but he was mine. You say he was obsessed — maybe he was. But so was I. He didn’t just make me his wife, Mother. He made me believe I could survive anything. Even him.” A tear slipped down her cheek. She didn’t bother wiping it. Madam Helena’s lips pressed together, her eyes narrowing just slightly — not in judgment, but in something closer to reluctant understanding. “You call that love?” she asked finally, her voice softer now. “A man who chained you to him in blood and fear?” Lorraine let out a bitter, trembling laugh. “Love isn’t always soft, Mother. Not in this family. Not in this world. Sometimes it’s ugly and cruel, and it leaves scars so deep you forget what peace e

****** ~NEXT GENERATION BOOKS OF MISTRESS~ HIS VICIOUS LOVE – A tale of dark obsession Aadhvik Richand - Sahita “Call me fucking obsessive bastard but that’s I am for you, my sweet little love.” “Your love for me is insane and my heart is too fragile to match its intensity." HIS WIFE - A shackle for her Adrika Raichand – Ridmay Aahuja “I have seen my whole life that love is nothing but pain and suffering and you have proved it by breaking my heart. Marrying you was my biggest mistake, I will correct it by shooting a bullet in the middle of your head, you fucking bastard.”

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First, to look with anger is the style of the love, Beginning of the love, Somewhat it is related with eyes and anger is nothing but the sign of acceptance Your cruelty is very loving Beloved I swear this on you Maan smirks seeing her glared but there was no attempts from her side to let go her. Did she too want this? Maybe her weak body not supporting her. He thought entering inside washroom. Her eyes widen in surprised and glisten in happiness to see the bathtub that was filled with rose petals and all washroom was aromatic with other flowers and scented decoration.

The hatred was so obvious from the way Fero looked at Yuna. "Is love a crime?" "Indeed... loving is not a crime but forcing other people who don't love you is Yuna's evil deed! You're selfish, only care about yourself!" "Because of that, please love me. So that I don't become a bad person. Love me Fero!" Yuna screamed with tears coming out. "I've tried but never couldyou want me how else? Just let me go Yuna! Don't keep torturing me by forcing our relationship!" Fero finally asked.