Deadly Love Story Novels & Stories

“She wanted me to hate my own mother. She’s always been saying bad things about Delilah. I hated Delilah. She made me fight my own mother. Because of her, I embarrassed my mother and wanted her thrown out of the office. You made me believe my mother was crazy. You too dad.” “Delilah is a crazy woman. She’s never loved you. She’s only loved two things in this world, and that’s Raphael and then money. I took you in. I gave you the love of a mother.” Mom told me. “Delilah is just a selfish woman who only cares about herself.” “Now is not the time, Leticia.” Dad told her. “She should know. We offered Delilah a cheque to leave you and get out of our lives and she didn’t even think twice.” Mom tol

Sultan Murat and Queen Emily weave an eternal love story until the end of their lives. THE END

“I’m so hungry.” Roman’s gaze followed the movement of her tongue. If Arriane didn’t feel so shitty, she would have laughed. It looked like Neville, her first boyfriend, had told her the truth for once. The asshole had lied to her for months, hiding that he was married, and when the truth had gotten out—when his wife had turned up at Arriane's flat—Neville actually had the nerve to blame Arriane for steering him off the right path, claiming that no red-blooded man could look at her lips and resist thinking of sticking his dick between them. At the time, Arriane had felt so stupid, pathetic, and dirty, but maybe, just maybe, Neville had been right.

The one who broke her beyond repairs. The one she'll rather die than be with. She'll make her pen decide his faith. She'll make him beg for mercy all over again. The game they played wasn't over yet. It was far from over. ‘He loved her once,she knows he'll fall again. And this time, she'll end him, completely’ Naomi smirked darkly. [Lewiston Estate] Lewis stormed inside,anger brewing in him. That name was forbidden for him. He hates the name,the person bearing that name.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

She responded, and we kissed for a long while, knowing it was our only time together, but also knowing we were right for each other. --- As the dream faded and reality set in, I felt the weight of my sorrow crushing me. Despite honoring Scarlet's wishes and staying away, she had ended up dead, her bright light extinguished far too soon. The injustice of it gnawed at my soul, and I couldn't shake the despair that enveloped me. She had been the one, the only one, yet fate had conspired against us. Our love, our connection, was not enough to keep her safe. The pain of her loss was a constant ache, a reminder that in this cruel world, sometimes love is not enough to change the course of destiny.

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.”

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

--- Elise, kneeling in the dirt, covered in blood. Vivienne screaming in a circle of fire. Elias, smiling through the eyes of a child. Cara, standing before a mirror with white eyes, whispering, “He’s already here.” --- Yvette stumbled back. Tristan caught her. Dahlia looked pale. “They’re speeding the process. They want to open the Door tonight.” Yvette’s voice was hollow. “Then tonight, it ends.” --- The soil was soft, but every handful Yvette pulled felt like it was made of ash and glass. Her fingers bled before she realized she was crying—soundlessly, ceaselessly, as if the tears came not from the pain but from some reservoir long hidden.

In one brutal tug, he dragged me into his lap. Edison turned his back and walked out of the club. Before he disappeared, I caught the look in his eyes—pity, confusion, maybe even guilt—but not enough to reach for me. Not enough to save me. The man wasted no time. His hands were everywhere, greedy and rough. I could have cried, but the tears had dried on the drive here. I’d forgotten how to scream. Screaming would only make it real. Vivienne Thorne. Wife of Kael Thorne—in two lifetimes. And in both, I was destroyed by him.