Novel & Cerita Deadly Love

he added dramatically, pointing at me, “are soft. She softened you. She touched the stone statue’s heart. The unmelting glacier. The ice wall. The.....” “Caleb.” He shuts up, but a stupid grin stayed plastered on his face. He leaned back, arms spread across the couch. “You’re in love with her.” My head snapped toward him. “No.” “Right, right,” he said, nodding like he didn’t believe me at all. “Because you lie to yourself better than you lie to anyone else.” I didn't answer. I didn’t need to. The silence spoke. Love was not the problem. Love was deadly. Love could destroy packs, break kingdoms, burn cities, villages, and doom worlds.

He tasted of sin and salvation, of the very poison she couldn’t stop drinking. When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, her forehead pressed against his, Zaya whispered the words that would haunt them both. “This love will kill us, Adrian.” And deep in his heart, Adrian knew she was right. Because love built on betrayal was a chain. And sooner or later, chains always dragged you down.

I don’t know when this feeling happened. This overwhelming sense of dread for what’s to come next. I don’t know if it was when I lost my family. Or my best friend. Or myself. I find myself in the worst place possible now, and the only person that can help me is him. He, who tore my whole life apart in a matter of seconds. He, who played with the strings of my fate and has now trapped me in a life with only one path left. He, who must also die. And he will take me with him.

I exhale quietly and follow them to the car. The drive back is short. Dorathy and Cade planned everything, including this... their final resting place on the property, close to the people they loved. As dark as it sounds, I understand it. Their love for each other was total. I can't imagine them anywhere apart, even now. But I can't stop seeing those caskets. Cold. Empty. Where are they? How do two of the most precise, calculated people I've ever known simply disappear? No remains. No leads. No. I refuse to grieve an empty grave. I need answers.

They were already dripping wet. A low, dark growl ripped from my chest at the discovery. "Look at you," I rasped, my fingers hooking into the thin lace and tearing them away, dropping the ruined silk into the dirt. "You loved every second of it, didn't you? Walking into that boardroom... playing the helpless widow while you destroyed them."

I was a vampire hunter's lowest blood-slave, and the vampire noble Lucian von Karstein fell in love with me. He turned against his entire family for my sake. But there was a curse in my blood: if I let myself love him, I would die. So I had no choice but to trample on everything he felt and force us apart. That day, I threw away the family crest he treasured most. And then, in the middle of the night, after he'd fallen asleep, he came out to dig through the trash for it.

“Hopefully, he won’t be vicious enough to drag your brothers into it.” Elvis’s icy blue, worried eyes finally met mine. We both knew exactly how heartless his father could be. His lips pressed tight as he cast his head downward, saying nothing. The chefs arrived then, carrying steaming plates on silver platters, the aroma weaving through the room. Vadim’s crew set down the main dish—Zhazhda krovy—a steak sculpted into the shape of a beating human heart, its surface deliberately undercooked, juices still dark and shiny. Exactly the way Elvis hated it.

"That's quite a torture for Jobel during the time when he was just enduring the toxicity of Daveryl. Jaime said. "Yeah, I felt guilty for him but since he also accidentally killed the two innocents souls, of course I can't side with him with that." Love is like Oleander flower, it's beautiful but it can kill you. So sometimes, know how to handle that beautiful love in your hand, don't allow yourself to be empowered by it or it'll bring you to hell of losing even yourself.

The nihilistic asshole in him that saw marriage as nothing but a contract died then and there. Hades. A harbinger of death. The fucking Grim Reaper himself. The man she loved didn't kill people. He obliterated them. What if she was no different? What if his fucking love got her killed? No. Never her. Kill a mafia king. End this shit. Once and for all. But would she want the man who came back to her after killing his own father? "Then there's no escaping I love you, is there, baby girl? Fuck me. I love you," Harry said, squeezing the breath out of her, their doomed love making his very soul ache.