Novel & Cerita Deadly Love

he said close to my ear, “the only person who ever loved you will be dead. Then you’ll know what it’s like to live without a mate.” A cry slipped out before it could be stopped. Across the space between us, Kael didn’t move. His eyes stayed on mine, steady and fierce. A small nod followed. “It’s okay,” the words came out rough, scraped raw by pain. “You can leave. I won’t blame you.” Even an alpha couldn’t win this. Not against a vampire, a shifter, and a human with a weapon. They would kill me. The thought of Kael dying hurt more than knowing he might never love me. “There’s no reason for both of us to die,” I whispered.

"Yes. That. A dead loved one coming back to guide the hero on an important quest? I think I pulled it off." "If you keep smiling like that, they will pull your guts off." "I doubt it. I can take them all." The confidence in her tone made Kat's sass screech to a halt. Calix was watching them, paying close attention to Kat. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the sides. The light in his face was reminiscent of Aldonra, of Gregor. . . . "It all starts with a smile," Edeline said with a sigh. "Be careful of Hellborns, Kat. They only give their hearts once. Their love is like no other. Destructive, consuming, but as pure as it could be."

He always make sure she had already placed the food on the dining table before he goes down to eat, that way they wouldn't be able to see each other. He had lost the one he loved and he was scared of history repeating itself. He is attracted to her, he knows that but he is scared. Scared of opening up, scared of being broken a second time. Cole clenched his fist, his teeth gritted, anger forming already. Alicia was right, he was a coward for not knowing how to protect his belove, so he doesn't fit to be a Damon king. Yep, he was and still is. Those painful memories he had spent I'm jail flooded his mind and the thought of his family dead all because of him niggered at him making him more ang

The heaviness of my heart was overflowing that it spilled from my eyes and it seemed like it would never stop any minute. I felt Daniel went on my side and hugged me. I cried even more as if it's all I've just been waiting for to finally let out whatever I was keeping inside. “He was.. making love with me.. Daniel. But just one fvcking ring from the phone.. he stopped it.. Then the.. next thing I've heard.. he was calling her..” I sobbed in a slurry voice. It hurts more to recall it because it made me realize more how pathetic I was.

Her touch ignited a fire within him, a flame that flickered with every stroke and fondle they once shared. The contrast between Scarlet’s gentle love and Valeria’s fierce passion created a whirlpool of conflicting desires, blurring the boundaries between love and lust. And as Valeria leaned in for a kiss, he found himself torn between the darkest corners of temptation and the brightest heights of love, one of the purest emotions he had ever known

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

“Abyssion cannot be sealed by power, or magic, or force. Only the hand of love can finish it. And love… has always required sacrifice.” Lucien’s hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms. His mind raced: every touch, every moment with Aurelia—each laugh, each near death, each tiny display of defiance—was now framed with unbearable weight. Love was not just dangerous; it was destiny. And destiny demanded her death.

Love. END

We will never be happy, it will hurt me and hurt him too. Everything will be destroyed in the future. And it's likely that I will feel it the worst. I love him with my all of my heart, with all of my feeling, even I keep falling for him when I know his bad side, and he obsesses me with all his bad sides. It's not love, it's just a momentary terrible feeling that will be my next death. Love him, and do whatever he wants because the love I have is my first death.

Night after night, my father was haunted by visions of my sister, a side effect of the mushrooms he had consumed. His sanity was fraying at the edges. In a sudden frenzy, he stormed into the kitchen, seized a knife, and unleashed a violent onslaught on the figure in my sister's clothes. I watched through the crack of my door, heart in my throat, before slipping out to flip the circuit breaker. Light flooded the room, revealing the horror of what he had done—his mother lay lifeless, and his eyes met mine, full of realization and horror.