Deadly Love Novels & Stories

These are the simple questions that will give you a simple and clear answer. Most people make a relation commitmentmitment and loyalty. Just stay loyal, and you are a perfect lover. That’s bullshit. You get a dog then. Love is not about how many years we survived together. Love is about how many moments we set fire on. Love is about how you were made to feel, daily. And to feel love daily, you have to move beyond bodies. You have to feel that aching longing in your heart when you don’t see that human for a day. You have to feel your eyes well up when you look into those eyes and say I love you. You have to love so hard. So you are in a healthy relationship only when you are madly in love wit

Goddamn, why is my audience a bunch of dead people? I’m killing it here. My laughter dies down, and the silence of the dead stretches, permitting my mind to run wild. “I don’t get it.” I whisper, “You know, ‘Ugly’, that’s going to be my baby’s name, by the way. Anyway, you know, the second he held on to me, I knew it, with everything inside me, that I could kill for him. That I love him so deeply for the mere fact that he could breathe, and just for that, I am willing to give him the world. So how come you didn’t feel that way for me?”

A feeling that tore me apart, broke me into pieces, and made sure there was not any single remains left A feeling that no fucking amount of shitty "Sorry" could ever heal, a feeling worst than any kind of pain, you name it: Gunshot, stabbing...This feeling like a wolf was the "Ultima", and it was this same poisonous feeling that got mixed into my blood, and turned the remaining part of me into a living dead, a demon, anything that was bad and wrong, you name it, and made emotions become nothing to me The demons in me made love become something so far away, something that couldn't be found in my dictionary, something so unreal that the word "Love" looks like nothing but a lie...well it was, t

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.

"I want her dead because that's the only thing in my control. You won't let me go, which means I can never be with the man I truly love. If I can never be happy, killing her will at least give me respite" Zane grinned. "You are such an enigma, Delia. I just can't ever figure you want. Belshar does not love you, but he's the only one you want... Isn't that such a tragic love story? I see a pattern though... Oh wait, are you this way because you were never loved by your father as a child?" He asked and he must have seen a reaction on my face because he pressed on. "Did you try your best to make him proud and yet face rejection... You were never enough, were you"

Francisco could captivate the world, but he could never captivate her. From Hazel, he received nothing but hatred. Hatred upon hatred. And more hatred. And yet, he still called it love. But was it really love? No. It was something far darker. Desire. A hunger so consuming, so reckless, that it burned everything in its path until it was satisfied. Francisco didn't just love Hazel—he wanted her. And wanting… was far more dangerous than loving. Hazel propped herself up on her elbow and slowly sat up, her gaze never leaving his face.

Turning to look at the man I held onto, I was shocked to see a large red stain forming on his chest. Unable to stop the scream that fell from my lips, I stared at him in horror as his mouth opened and closed, unable to speak. Falling to the ground with a loud thud, the man groaned before I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to the wound. "My love..." he whispered through gasps. Gently placing his bloodied hand on my cheek, I felt his thumb brush against my skin, leaving a cold, wet sensation in its wake. "My only love..."

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

************** Dante scoffed bitterly as he took a sip from his wine, and he took a drag from his cigarette. "How could they?" Dante screamed angrily and connected his fist with the wall, the anger in him refusing to subside. "Love is one of the deadliest, scariest, stupidest things to ever exist. You might do things that are scary or stupid, but it's just for protection. Love makes you go the extra mile just to prove how worthy you are.

I smiled for the lens, picked at the ribbon, and opened it. The smell hit first, metallic and sweet in a way that made my stomach turn. Inside was a teddy bear soaked in fake blood, the fur matted dark, glass eyes staring up at me, and a card pinned to its chest. I only saw the first line before my hands stopped working. YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED AT THE GALA. The box slipped. The bear hit the studio floor with a wet sound that was too loud in the sudden quiet. I shoved back from the couch so hard the legs screeched.