Love And Death Novelas e Histórias

Back then, she would hold me and say, "Honey, I want the whole world to know you're mine. That we're so in love. That way, no one can steal you from me." I used to think that was love. Now, I saw it differently. Real love doesn't need to be put on display. Sharon gave me many promises, but she made good on very few of them. Like the day Tasha was sick as a child. Sharon said she was stuck out of town on a business trip and couldn't make it back. But the truth was that Curtis got jealous, and she stayed with him all day and night to calm him down. Or the time I had a high fever and was stranded at a highway rest stop.

"About existence. About the cycle. About the inevitability. What would you change?" Death considers. Long. Deep. Seriously. "I would make love truly eternal. Not manipulatable. Not vulnerable. Not consequence-laden. Just pure. Just forever. Just free. But I can't. Because love requires vulnerability. And vulnerability creates manipulation. And manipulation destroys love. It's paradox. Unsolvable. Eternal."

❤️ LOVE AND PAIN Season 2 — Chapter 90: The End of Cross The building shook again. A louder explosion this time. Concrete cracked somewhere above them. Dust drifted from the ceiling. Outside— the battle had already begun. Inside— nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The black screen reflected Oliver's face. The command authorization belongs to you. The words echoed in his mind. A choice. The final choice. Not Cross. Not Genesis. Not Victor Hale. Not the older executive.

Has to count for something. Even if tomorrow is the end. At least we loved each other first. Loved each other completely. Loved each other forever. And that's all that really matters. Love. Pure. Complete. Eternal love. Nothing can take that away. Not death. Not distance. Not anything. We're bonded. Connected. Forever. In this life and whatever comes after. Together. Always together. No matter what

* Expressionless, Killian snapped Dad's neck. Two elderly corpses lay on the expensive carpet, blood pooling around them. Killian stood between the bodies, gasping for air. His gaze shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter dead silence. He looked at his hands and suddenly let out a laugh that made my blood run cold: "Hahahaha..." "Is this love?" "Love is a weakness! Love is death!" "I don't need this! No one gets close to me ever again!" [Player Keal: Deceased.]

Emilia's POV Twinkle looked at Amelie coldly. "As I said earlier, I don't care whether you live or die." "Fine." She pulled a knife from her clothes and pressed it against her neck. "Twinkle, open your eyes. Emilia's already with someone else. She doesn't love you! She never has! I'm the only one who truly loves you!" Her eyes shifted to me, full of bitter resolve. "Emilia, you ruined me. I hate you! You're not the only one who can die!"

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

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

I held onto Clara with my other hand, pulling her with me. Uncle Luigi pushed the head of a statue and a secret passageway opened. We entered inside, it was narrow and dark, the air filled with dust and the scent of wood. We moved quickly, the sound of our breathing loud in the confined space. The voices of the Intruders grew louder, their chants chilling. “Morte ai Castellano! Morte ai Castellano!!” Death to the Castellanos. The words sent a shiver down my spine. They wanted us dead.

"- I don't love. (...) I don't let myself be loved, everything I've ever loved has died or been destroyed. I also made a promise a long time ago that I wouldn't let love overcome me for nothing. Loving is like killing, it always involves death." "- Everything dies. And if you love something that is going to die, this thing will take a part of you with it, a part of you will die in that moment. (...) You will wish you were dead when you lost your love. Yes, love is death."