Irrational Love Novels & Stories

The chirping of birds added to Laura's blossoming mood as she reminisced about the first time she had met Aryan, their unconventional marriage contract, and now, the love that bound them together. Love was indeed peculiar; when you pursued it, it often eluded you, and when you walked away, it came offering happiness. Laura had once thought that she and Aryan would never fall in love because their separation had been written in black and white. But everything seemed futile as time and emotions played their roles, slowly seeping into the depths of their hearts. Love was indefinable in any dictionary; it truly reigned in the heart, speaking only the language of emotions.

His eyes were fixed at her with such kind of intensity that it started shuddering something inside her. “I love you, Ella,” her heartbeat paused when she heard him whispering those words to her. Did love feel like this? Could love be this irrational? That 17 years old teenager didn’t even know what to call this madness of his for her but she knew it could never be love. It was never going to be considered as love for her but Ariella didn’t know that for every person, the definition of love was different and for him, his definition of love began from her and ended on her. Just her….

"Listen to me. Love isn't a jar with a fixed amount in it that gets split thinner the more people show up. I don't love you less because I might someday love someone else too. I would love her the way you love a stranger you're told is family... carefully, slowly, from the outside in. But you? You I already love from the inside out. There is no version of my heart, Iris, none, where you are not already all the way inside it, sitting right at the center, permanently. Nothing that happens next changes where you sit. Nothing ever will." Iris cried into her shoulder for a long time, and Riley just held her, rocking gently, murmuring the same promises over and over until the shaking in her daught

"I love you, Cia. I love you to the extent that I will end and taint that life which would even think about taking you away from me," The firmness of his words were evident in his darkened eyes. "Even if it's your life," he rasped against her mouth while gazing into those blue eyes. They both knew his love was irrational, his love was dangerously obsessive, a pure and raw madness for her but they both couldn't help it. They loved each other enough, especially her to let his love taint her existence. "I love you, Zale," And her words were enough to make him lose everything of his in her.

He could hate him all he wanted, but he couldn't erase the fact that he had loved him. Even if he has to deal with all his hatred, he won't leave his side. Because Justine knows. Ray hated him this much because he had loved him just the same. And Justine would stop at nothing to make Ray love him again.

I rushed from the hospital. I got me an Uber, they came and I gave them the directions to my house. I sat in silence. I stood at my door for a long time before I could go inside. I walked to the back where my brothers room is. Tonight this was where we were supposed to be, drinking watching movies. I looked around the room and I pulled out my phone and looked at my screen saver. It was a photo from before Fredrick got into the army, the three of us holding our soda smiling. I collapsed on his bed and threw my phone down. I grabbed his baseball bat and started to hit things in his room. I broke a few things then sat on the floor bawling. Isn’t being irrational part of dealing with death?

His voice held such love and passion as it spoke my name. He placed his hand on my hip, lightly squeezing it. His movements were fluid and just right. He knew the gentleness and tenderness that I needed. It's not to say that the sex was better, but it was a different kind of sex. It was tender and loving. "Rain, I am all yours to use as you see fit. Meleth nin." He spoke and I could see this light start to shine in his eye. A golden ring around his iris appeared and I could feel my magic rise inside me. I wasn't sure what he had just spoken, but it felt like a never ending bond was just formed different from the mate bond.

I’m never like this, I don’t care about others then why her? When we arrived at the cemetery, I was stunned, I didn’t expect her to come to the cemetery. Was that the reason why she was whimpering? And with the way she looked at me today, the tears and pain I saw in her eyes made me wonder if that’s how it feels when you lose someone you love. I have never loved before so I don’t know how it feels. I canceled my plans and drove back to the cemetery, I can’t leave her alone at least not when she’s all sad. When I got there, I saw her seated in front of a grave that says ‘AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR

He's cheating with her step-sister! Sometimes I even wanted to knock on her head, make her realize that she really doesn't love Jiro! D the! She is only fvcking blinded of her thoughts! Thoughts of her being so hopelessly romantic because Jiro is her first boyfriend. The guy who thought her how to love. Her first love and now she's hoping that Jiro will be her last too.

Angelina's POV - It's the season of winter and snowfall isn't a exception. I actually love snowfall but sometimes I also hate it, like now because I have to clear all the snow from the front door. This is the story of every winter where my parents never help me out, its just that they order me to clean it up.