Love From Hell Novels & Stories

Sex was the last barrier before my heart took its first beat for more than a decade and let me start to fall in love with the one person who will have no qualms about crushing my soul. I didn’t think I was capable of love, yet fate is punishing me for everything I ever did to those girls; to Sophie Huntsberger. This is Karma's way of paying me back for the life I have led, and I was the one who stupidly opened the door. Loving someone like him, it’s like putting a gun to your head and pulling the trigger willingly. Except because he is the devil he follows you to hell and keeps tormenting you in the afterlife.

"But you deserve it. You deserve all the love I can give. You're beautiful, both outwardly and inwardly. Brave, beautiful, intelligent, noble, kind-hearted. Tell me what makes you undeserving of our love. Your mother? You're not your mother for goodness’ sake. You're Helia. Helia isn't Nyx and can never be Nyx. Helia is my mate and Nyx isn't." "Rendall," Helia smiled at him and he pulled her closer to him. He cupped her cheeks with his hands. Sparks flew as their eyes met. "Helia," he called her name lovingly. "Look into my eyes and tell me what exists between us." "True love," Helia said and her tear gland did its job again. The tears that streamed from her eyes were of joy. "True love conq

“I didn’t get paid yet, and this is for the better, Mr. Lincoln.” Helios let out a smirk. “Better? Are you getting affected by my father—” “This is not just about your father. This is about us. We’re not meant to be. I like you—scratch that. I just realized that I love you, but it’s already too late, and we can’t change the fact that you’re this high…” she gestured her hand above, “—while I am below.” “Damn it!” Helios cursed as he slammed the door. “Why would you be concerned about our life status? I love you, and you love me—”

he shouted this time. Sapphire : you are taking me wrong, rowa... Without letting her finish he just roared “now it's enough. You won't raise your voice at me again. I don't take this shit. This is your story, not mine. What about me? How did I spend my last one year without you, I can’t explain? What is love? I don't know, rowan Hudson was never the person to believe in this shit again. The way I felt about you, I have never felt about anyone else. You are special. I wanted to hold you in my arms. I wanted to protect you in my arms. Furthermore, I wanted to worship your body and soul. Likewise, I wanted you to love me, care for me like nobody ever did. Furthermore, I want to… "

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved. There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tr

Perhaps just love at first sight. That evening, she took permission from her mum and went to the hill. From afar, she saw that he was already waiting for her. She hurried up to join him, "I am sorry I am late". "It's Ok", he replied. He was silent for a few minutes, possibly looking for some words to initiate a conversation. "You are beautiful!" He blurted out. "Thanks. A lot of people said that", she replied. He smiled, looked at her, "you are smart too". "How did you know?" She asked. "I just guessed". She looked deep into him and said, "You are a werewolf". He was shocked, "how did you even know that? Are you a witch?".

“He wasn’t gentle, but he was mine. You say he was obsessed — maybe he was. But so was I. He didn’t just make me his wife, Mother. He made me believe I could survive anything. Even him.” A tear slipped down her cheek. She didn’t bother wiping it. Madam Helena’s lips pressed together, her eyes narrowing just slightly — not in judgment, but in something closer to reluctant understanding. “You call that love?” she asked finally, her voice softer now. “A man who chained you to him in blood and fear?” Lorraine let out a bitter, trembling laugh. “Love isn’t always soft, Mother. Not in this family. Not in this world. Sometimes it’s ugly and cruel, and it leaves scars so deep you forget what peace e

"No matter how I treated you before, you always forgave me. Why can't you forgive me this time?" Her last words turned into a desperate scream. This time, Carter didn't reply. When he finally spoke again, his calm gaze carried a faint sadness. "Because I've realized that I might have loved the wrong person for the past eight years." He had fallen in love with the Misty of eight years ago—not the Misty who had become unrecognizable after marriage as she grieved the loss of Zach. His words were like a dagger, cutting straight to the heart. He had ruthlessly brushed off their past eight years together.

Panic tightened around her chest. She had no idea where he was taking her. And for the first time, Olivia was genuinely afraid that she might not make it home. “Why do you hate me so much?” Olivia sobbed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the engine. Jordan let out a bitter laugh. “I hate you, Olivia,” he said, his voice low and filled with resentment. “I hate you because I love you. Happy now?” Olivia stared at him, stunned. Love? The word made no sense. Not after everything he had done to her.

he said dreamily. “Me too.” Inara said, her hand on her stomach as they smiled at each other and joined Enya’s voice again to sing; Lying in the long grass Close beside her Giving her the name Of the one the moon loves This will be the day she Will remember When she knew his heart was Loving in the long grass Close beside her Whispering of love And the way it leaves them Lying in the long grass In the sunlight They believe it’s true love And from all around them