Love From Hell Novels & Stories

"How could you die just like that, Chelsea? Get up! The York family has lost their fortune. Debt collectors are after me. I thought you loved me. Get up now and help me!" Jason was a lunatic. I wanted to punch him. How blind could I be to fall in love with such an asshole? Gently, he caressed the scar on my neck. "Please wake up and look at me." The air was deathly silent. Slowly, he lay down on the ground while holding my corpse in his arms. For the first time, I realized how helpless I was in this state. If I had any paranormal powers, I would blast him far, far away from my body!

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But she looked as if she’d accepted it long before it happened, twisting the knife deeper into my nearly dead heart. I will never forget the look on her face. There was a trace of guilt, but I knew in that moment that she knew it was coming.....and welcomed it. I just saved her from doing it herself. Relief. That was what I had seen in her face that day. “Love is an illusion. The goddess knew that when she created mates. The pairing of souls is a futile attempt at forcing the hands of her minions. She watches from her throne as her little games play out, but they are just that. Games. You are a pawn and your heart, a simple casualty to the bigger picture. Humans, by nature, are flawed. Each

"I'm sure you will." "Would you want it any other way? A nice quiet submissive fuck, maybe?" "Hell no. I love the way you are. I love screwing my fiery little hellion." "Little? Where is she? I'll stab the bitch. You're mine until morning." "Alright. I love screwing my fiery A****n hellion." "That's more like it. Now prove it."

"You knew loving me meant dragging yourself through hell over and over again?" Lorenzo reached up, his calloused, blood-stained fingers gently holding her jaw, forcing her to look into his dark brown eyes. "I would burn in hell for eternity if it meant getting to hold you for five minutes, Lorrie. I didn't care about the curse. I only cared about finding you." Tears streamed down Lorrie’s face as she leaned down, pressing her lips firmly against his in a deep, passionate kiss amidst the dust and blood of the battlefield. "I love you," she murmured against his mouth. "In every life. In every world."

Kryon then removes his wrist from above her mouth and leans down over her, and just before his lips meet with hers, he whispers. “I love you, my Beloved.” Kryon and Cleo are soon surrounded by Alexander, Margret, Chris, Harlen and the few other high noble vampires who could fit into the private garden, their eyes going wide in shock as they watch the purple-blue ribbon of light surrounding Kryon and Cleo get brighter and brighter.

“‘To flood her fertile womb… to mark her forever as his…’” Lucian leaned down, forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked in raw vulnerability as he fucked me harder. “I love you,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Not just as my subject. Not just as my muse. I love the woman who trusted me with every inch of her body and soul. Stay with me. Not as my cartographer. As my partner. My wife. Help me map the rest of our lives together.” Tears slipped down my cheeks as the orgasm built to an unbearable peak.

“Fuck the thirty days. Fuck the arrangement. Fuck every version of this that was supposed to end with me walking away because I was NEVER walking away, Ember Aragon. I was never capable of it. The man who got on that helicopter and flew to Switzerland was lying to both of us and the man who turned around and ran back through a forest as a wolf was telling the truth for the first time in his miserable life.” Love. He loves me. The word ricochets through my skull and hits every wall and bounces back and hits them again. He loves me. Knox Volkov loves me. And he said it without a single second of hesitation, without a flinch, without the usual wall slamming down behind his eyes to protect him f

“Would you feel better if I said I only fell for your ass? Or the way your nipples harden in my mouth?” “Zane!” I smacked his arm, heat flooding my cheeks. He laughed softly. “I fell in love with your soul. That’s why everything about you is perfect to me. You are my mate, my moon, my Luna. No one else could ever stand in that place.” His fingers brushed my cheek. Sparks raced over my skin, and I flinched back before I drowned in them. The look in his eyes dimmed, hurt flashing there, and guilt tugged at me.

"And I love you, my sweet Clara. More than words could ever measure." He leaned down, bringing his lips to hers in a slow, deep, and exquisite kiss that sealed the end of her painful past and celebrated the beautiful beginning of their future. In the quiet elegance of the sunlit room, surrounded by the truth that had finally set her free, Clara knew that she had left the shadows behind forever. She was standing in the bright, unconditional light of a love that would protect, cherish, and honor her for the rest of her days.