Deadly Love Novels & Stories

ANASTASIA'S POV Hi, my name is Anastasia Black, let me tell you a little about myself. My parents died during a war between them and another mafia but, I don't remember anything since I was very young when it happened. 34 I grew up on the streets without any food or shelter. Until one day this 16-year-old boy came and started teaching me street fighting. After a while we got pretty close, I had soon fallen in love with him. He taught me how to fight, so I could protect myself, we both got matching tattoos as a sign of our friendship but, suddenly the next day he disappeared. 23

She can't believe sir Francis would question her about that. "I trust you. This is my first time helping so tell me if there is anything I can do." A maid picks up a tray of glasses filled with champagne. She turns around and bumps Charles. The champagne spills on his expensive flowery shirt and shorts. Charles is an extremely good looking guy with a slender physique. Charles clenches his fist tightly as he feels the anger boiling inside of him. He is the last child of the Viva who loves the fun and crazy lifestyle. He is literally a spoilt brat.

Just if he was a normal person like Aaron. ‘Aaron is also like him’ a voice whispered to her. “But he tries”, she said out loud and Alex looked at her funny. “What?” “Nothing! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” She yelled. “I can’t, I’m obsessed with you. I think about you all the time”. “You see, that is the problem. You don’t love me, you’re obsessed with me, you want to have me, nobody else can have me because you want to have me. Like I’m a fucking piece of paper or something”, she yelled.

I caress it, stroke it passionately. “I want you, Keila. I have fallen for you, Keila. I want you all for myself!” Jordan rips my blouse impatiently, the buttons flying, exposing my breasts. And at the same time, I yank Jordan's sweatpants down until I can see everything I had been wanting to see. “I love you, mister Crown!” “I love you, Keila Taylor.”

As I grappled with the moment, Daren resumed, "Promise me you'll love me, Elena. You're my world." I grasped in that instant that my destiny wasn't entirely within my grasp; there was a catch. I'd grown weary of Marco's dominance over my family. Though I didn't desire to be Daren's lover, I needed to secure my family's safety. They were all I had left. Becoming Daren's girlfriend seemed a small price to pay. Fate had placed me in the role of a sacrificial lamb, and there was no escaping it. "You have my love and affection, Daren. Please, just help me," I implored, gazing into his eyes, concealing the weight of my decision.

she says softly, looking at where the dagger is embedded. "Your anger, your resentment led you to this moment," Deniel says sadly. "I love you, Deni," she speaks, a tear rolling down her eyes. "Love makes us blind; I just wanted your love." "You had my affection, Scarlett," he says, and she looks at me for a few seconds before her body instantly burns and turns to ashes. I cover my mouth, holding back the sharp scream that lodges in my throat, and Deniel kneels beside me, holding me tightly.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

I just continued to sing softly to her, “Que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que sera, sera. What will be, will be.” My heart became hollow as my vision gradually blurred. My daughter seemed to notice something and pursed her lips. Before long, she burst into tears. The suffocating pain gripped me as I kept repeating, “I love you. I’ll always love you.” Although I could never see her again, I would always love her. I could not bear to hear her piercing cries. So, I summoned my courage and used the last of my strength to carefully touch her hands. She quickly stopped crying and looked at me with bright eyes.

I want to hold her even in death. “ I love you. ” I whisper against her lips. Then I kiss her harder. Slower. Deeper. Harder again. And Elita takes it all. Gives it all. Surrenders. Letting me drown in her over and over again. Even in this dangerous dream, she gives into me as if telling me she is mine, that she will stay mine even if death claims her, or me, or us both. “ I love you. ” Tears fall faster as I take her mouth again.

“You said that to piss me off, didn’t you?” “I want your attention. I demand it. So yeah. What do you have to say about that? What if I am falling in love with you? What will you do?” “Then I will get that love out of your system because it shouldn’t be happening. Not to the future luna of our pack. Demons don’t fall in love, darling. It’s either lust or…” I let her go and looked at Xanthea through the monitor “…greed. In the mortal world, love might not be one of the seven deadly sins, but in this hell, it’s the only sin. The only curse that can kill. The only disease that has no cure. So, don’t let it infect you.”