Deadly Love Story Novels & Stories

The red-haired poison from my past. The contract with her had never been a real marriage—not to me. She was the one who wove delusions from shadows. The one who mistook gratitude for love. It began eight years ago. Diego and I had been younger then—ruthless, reckless, hungry. We found her bleeding and screaming outside a grimy nightclub downtown, moments away from being violated by a gang of street scum. We fought like demons that night. Left a trail of broken bodies and teeth in the gutter.

Her dress was a sculpture—white silk hugging curves made to kill. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she purred. “We gather to celebrate this unfortunate union between my husband and I.” She paused and locked on me. “Dominic Rossi and I met a while ago and we felt the love. We instantly hit it off.” She smiled and continued. “I will always remember the first date. He was so sweet to me.” They were all lies. But who was I to ruin her daydream. I offered a mocking bow. She smiled, and continued her speech. “Then as you all know tonight, I claim his love for me and I want to say.”

His hands cupped my face gently as stared at eachother for a moment. And I couldn't deny the stir in my heart, the love we shared for the past two year over took my senses and I found myself leaning unto him because the man I was seeing was the Salvatore I knew, caring, pure and loving. ‘No, this can't happen. He killed my father and deceived me. I can't get laid by him,’ I said, internally and tried pushing me way but his strength overpowered mine. I was about to shout for help when an escape idea dropped in my mind. Marcello's vulnerable state was a good opportunity to escape from here, no one would know I had gone since they know we were in the same room.

Lila's P.O.V At this point, I no longer knew what love meant. Not the version men whispered with soft mouths against skin. Not the version wrapped in vows, flowers, rings or promises. Love in Blackwood came with contracts. With blood. With graves. And I was tired. Tired of hoping there was still something pure hidden beneath all the lies. James had loved me and died before he could even prove it. Lucian loved me too late. Damien loved power more.

She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight. And this time— There was no hiding. No shame. No fear of society. Only love. The kind that survives cruelty. The kind that heals loneliness. The kind that finally gives two broken people a place to belong. Together. Forever.

"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." Kat thought of the queen, how she was left bleeding, stabbed by the one she loved. Based on the faraway look in her eyes, Edeline thinking of her too. There was no remorse in her, though. "There's nothing more dangerous in this world than the fury of those who are scorned," she said with a detached kind of fascination. "The acts done out of spite are far greater than anything done for love. Remember that." Kat couldn't bring herself to speak. As crazy as she was, Edeline had a point. How would Calix react if he found out the truth about Kat? About

There was no guarantee that Raphael would have been her's if Nicole actually did die. "What is your point miles?" "Before you first erase her out of his life, take Nicole out of Raphael's heart. Make Raphael hate her and push her out by himself. Then jackpot. Once he feels nothing but hatred for her,you step in" Leila had her eyes widened in utter amazement. "How am I going to do that? He loves her so much?" "Love can turn sour Leila. Love can turn to hatred. Love can turn to pain. Love can kill Leila. I just gave you an idea, you don't expect me to tell how to work it out do you?" Maxim cockily asked.

"Liliana, the first time I saw you, I knew in my heart that you were the woman for me. I will do everything just to keep you safe. I will protect our relationship from people who wants to destroy us. I will never allow anyone to come between us. You are for me and I am yours. Our soul and body will be as one. Even death could never hinder me and you from being together. Stay beside me forever Lily, don't leave me." " I love you until forever is through and beyond death. I, Xavier, take you, Liliana Lan Reed, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer,

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.

“…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—” His middle finger pressed directly on her clit, rubbing in tight, slow circles. She whimpered. “Keep. Reading.” She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper. Forced the words out between shallow pants. “…something that refuses to die even when the body does…” He slid one finger inside her—slow, deep—curling just right against that spot that made her knees buckle. Then a second finger. Stretching her. Filling her. His thumb kept working her clit in the same merciless rhythm.