Forced To Love Novels & Stories

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

With my heart breaking more by the minute, I turn and leave her. She said them, she said the magic words that broke all of my determination. ‘You’re forcing me to endure it, hoping it gets strong enough that I won’t be able to resist.’ She felt exactly what I worried she would from the very beginning. Forced. How was I any better than the fuckers who raped her if I continued to force this bond on her?

Her heart might not be with him but her body was. And he forced Fedora to fulfil his needs even when she didn’t want to. {A/N: What do you think will happen now? Is he going to force her? Do you think what Lorcan did was right? Answer in this comments.}

"You really do love me, don't you? You didn't do all this when you married Anne." James' eyes were emotionless as he held her hand. "Of course. She can't compare to you." Barbara was even more happy to hear that. She threw herself into his embrace. "I don't like gardenias. I prefer roses." Of course she wouldn't like gardenias. I was the one who liked gardenias. Before, I was the replacement for Barbara. Now, she was mine. Neither of us was worth anything to James; he only loved himself. Just then, a video started playing on the screen.

“That is a surprise.” “I convinced her to stay,” I said. “She agreed to get to know you slowly.” “You should not have interfered. She told me how she really felt,” Solon stated. “If you had not stopped us, the rejection would have been complete by now.” “You don’t mean that.” I snapped. “I do,” he said quietly. “You cannot force someone to love you.” “I am not forcing anyone,” I said. “I am giving her time to think without pain clouding her judgment.”

"But you're right. I can't push back all my feelings for you, but this is all they are; forced. I have no choice but to feel love for you because you are my mate, I have to feel that pull, that desire in my gut, my heart automatically skips a beat when I'm near you, and with you, and all I can think about is how much I want you, but it's not by choice. It's all forced, just because we are mates.

"I know this is a lot to take in. But I wanted you to understand why I am the way I am. Why I have so much trouble trusting people, why I always feel like I'm not good enough." "I hope you can forgive me, Emilia," I said, my voice shaking. "I hope you can see past all my flaws and love me for who I am.”

"He likes it deep. That'll make him come. Atta girl. I'll help." Choking sounds came from my lap. Kim's throat was exquisitely tight. No wonder she had trouble taking her boyfriend. She was a narrow gulleted woman, and not fully grown. It's rare to find one who can throat, but, gentlemen, if you ever come across one, do whatever is necessary, offer her anything, to get past her tonsils. She's worth her weight in endorphins. I almost felt bad about having Kim forced onto my cock, but after all it was her best friend who'd made her do it, and Mackenzie had said Kim was trying to learn, so it couldn't be really bad.

"If the architecture of love could be forcefully compelled by human sovereignty, the probability is high that I would execute your suggestion without a single word of resistance." I leaned my torso forward, aggressively minimizing the distance to map the contours of his facial expressions with greater diagnostic clarity. "Your assessment is entirely airtight, Roy. Love operates completely beyond the boundary of forceful human compulsion. That axiom applies with identical precision to my own matrix. I am entirely impotent to forcefully align my internal feelings to accept your devotion."

As for the truth, I didn't care to find out. He was like a book I'd finished reading long ago, tucked away in a dusty corner of my memory. All the pain I once carried and all the years of waiting had eventually become proof of my personal growth. They taught me that true happiness was never built on one person constantly giving in or waiting alone. It came from mutual effort and from being valued in return. To be loved was to be known. True love never needed to prove itself, and it never needed to be waited for.