Love From Hell Novels & Stories

"I should have told you, baby Doll. This whole mess would have been sorted by now. I blame myself for this. I am sorry also, for not telling you at the coffee shop, I should have told you. Baby Doll, I will give you the space you need, to find yourself. I will let you find yourself, like you want, but i will also be waiting for you. I will be waiting for you to come back to me. I want you to know, that I love you so much, no matter what. This cannot be the end of us, I will not allow it. Just have it in mind, that I am here, waiting for you, my dazzling Beauty Samantha" he said, with tears, flowing down his face.

MAX'S POINT OF VIEW Damn this guy, Felix! I almost laugh when Iris told me that what if Felix was seeing someone else. That guy wouldn't do such a thing. His acting is pretty good, he acts cold toward Iris just to make sure his surprise for the love of his life will be successful. He's been bugging me and my boyfriend, Red. He wanted us to help him set up everything from the dress she'll wear to the food, the fireworks, and the venue. I admire this guy so much. I'm so happy that he is so in love with my best friend. Iris deserves all the love she receives from Felix.

Ellis and the helicopter. “Liam!” I shouted, pulling him close, his blood pooling, his lips finding mine in a desperate kiss. “I love you,” he murmured, his love a vow that drowned out the chaos. My mother and uncle fired at the helicopter, their shots disabling its guns, but Liam’s mother leapt from the wreckage, her rifle raised, her eyes cold with Syndicate loyalty.

As if on cue, a call from +374 came in, I quickly opened the app and picked the call. “Hello, who is this?” I said, trying to steady my voice. “Hello, miss Vittoria, Vittoria Russo, or is it Balotelli?” “It doesn't matter,” I said, calmly. “What do you want?” “So you're ready to talk with us? Good.” “Just tell me what you want?” “We need a spy, Miss Russo, and we want you to be the one.” “A spy for what?” “We want you to spy on Ricardo Lombardi. We know you hate him, he killed your father didn't he?”

’ “I’m just the main character in your thrilling story of twisted amore.” “What…” Hunter gently takes my free hand and links our fingers before placing our interlocked hands on his chest, close to where the scissors are pointed. He then leans down to bump his forehead on mine, making me close my eyes and sigh as it drives in me sensations that cause me to crumble. “I love you, Heidi…” he whispers—doesn’t do good for my eyes bleeding more tears. “…and I will let the world burn for you.” His words run deep. Deeper. The first three he has said to me before, but not this close; not while his voice kisses my ears. But does it mean much now? I’m not sure.

"I didn't want this for you. I didn't want you involved in this world. It's dangerous, Sasha. It's a love from hell." His voice cracked slightly, betraying the depth of his emotions. He couldn't look at her, couldn't bear to see the woman he loved being dragged into the darkness that consumed him. "I didn't want this for you," he repeated, his back still turned to her. "You can never do something like that again."

My hands gripping the side of his hips hard enough to bruise, while his hands grabbed my breast and his thumb pressed against my nipples. "Look at me," he groaned and i twisted my head around to look at him, a strained moan escaping my lips. His eyes were dark and blown wide, and he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. "I love you," I moaned, laughing and crying at once. "I love you, Wesley. And he doesn't get to have this. He doesn't get to have any of this." "No." His voice cracked. "He doesn't. Fuck! Bowie-“

My vision blurred as I hit the ground, pain shooting through my side. For a second… I couldn’t breathe. “Father…” I whispered, barely able to get the word out. “But I love him.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. And the second they did— I knew I shouldn’t have said it. “You are not supposed to love him.” His voice wasn’t loud. But it echoed. It rang in my ears like it was carved into my skull. “You have an arrangement,” he continued, stepping closer now, towering over me. “An agreement that was made long before you decided to lose control.”

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

Hunter. "Fuck me." Lucia fixed her eyes on mine, the water streaming down her face and her chest heaving hard enough to make her tits bounce. “I want you to fuck me, Hunter” she continued, her voice raw and shaking with pure need. “Fuck me so hard I forget everything except you. I want to feel you tomorrow with every step I take.” I grinned like she’d just handed me the world on a silver platter. “With fucking pleasure.” Grabbing her ass with both hands, I lifted her right off the floor in one swift motion. She wrapped her legs around my waist instantly and her arms tight around my neck, digging her nails into my skin hard enough to sting.