Love That Burns Against Fate Novels & Stories

"The night I heard you say that you loved me…I felt afraid. I had flashbacks about the gruesome way in which my mother died. How my father killed her because he couldn't bear how she cheated on him for his sake," My eyes widened, and I squeezed his hand softly, prompting him to stop talking, "It's okay," I whispered and leaned close to him. "I'm sorry about your mom," I added sincerely. "But, you are not to blame for your father's misdeeds. Your father lied when he said that love makes one weak. Love is the only key to a lifetime of happiness and fulfilment. And, I can't help but feel angry that the resentment that your father had built up in your mind was because of his selfishness."

I wouldn’t let history bury me the way it buried my mother. I would fight. I looked at Zach — really looked. The man who would burn the world to keep me breathing. The man who would rather die with me than live without me. The man whose love felt like war and sanctuary at once. And I made a choice. A quiet, fierce, trembling choice. I would not be taken. I would not be sacrificed. I would not be claimed by destiny. I would write my own fate — drenched in fire and blood and loyalty and love.

Through everything that has happened, I realized this pin also epitomizes pain and burning rage. I gripped tightly to it as I slipped it smoothly, knotting my hair into a perfect twist. Amadeo watched me intently as I did that. I know what he is thinking and I can not blame him. However, I can see that the doubt in his eyes slowly faded the moment he saw how determined and unswerving my fire was. “Love is a twisted curse, as it is a gift. It will betray you in the time you are least expecting.” “You of all people should already know that. I am just simply reminding.”

That shadow in my chest. The part of me that still wonders why he didn’t choose me. The part that still remembers loving him. I close my eyes. And I whisper again. "You will burn." Because he has to. Because I didn’t survive just to stay quiet. And this time, I get to decide who burns.

And it was Jonathan who said to me, "Chloe, even if the whole world abandons you, as long as you still have me, that's enough. I will never abandon you." My head was forced down for the second time. The pain left my consciousness wavering. I seemed to see the day he defied his parents for me—kneeling in the courtyard under the scorching sun, shouting, "The only woman I will ever marry is Chloe. I want no one else." In the end, he collapsed from heatstroke and was rushed to the hospital. Looking at Jonathan, his skin darkened and peeling from the sun, I laughed—then cried.

It was called ever burning because no one had ever seen it go off. Someone I didn't know brought the razor, on a tray, covered and cleansed, to make sure no bacteria was spread or anything. The elder took it and handed it to me first. He took my hand, stretching it and then urged me to cut my palms. I shut my eyes tightly and did it. He placed it over the fire and burning began to pain me immensely, still I couldn't take my hands off. I had to say my promise. It had been burned in my subconscious and so I said it easily. I wanted my hands to be taken off the fire immediately, the pain had been too much.

“I will burn with you if I must, but I will never leave you.” The bond pulsed again, sharp and strong, and Carson’s eyes widened. His body still shook, still burned, but his voice pressed through the fire, rough and raw. Maeve. You are here. You believe. That is enough. Johan’s voice roared with fury, the flames twisting higher, the ground trembling beneath my feet. “Fools. You cannot fight forever. Love does not conquer death.” I stood taller in the fire, my body trembling, but my voice steady. “Maybe not. But it will conquer you.”

At the company’s annual dinner party, the front desk receptionist, Laila Nachtman, lost a game and had to randomly select a man to kiss as her penalty. She blushed and cautiously looked at Leonard Griffin. “Mr. Griffin, could you maybe—” Before she could finish, Leonard briefly said, “Scram.” The entire room erupted in laughter and mockery at her being so ridiculously oblivious. Everyone in their circle knew that he doted on me, his wife. Over the years, he had never given a second glance to anyone except me. His phone password had always been my birthday, and he reported his itinerary to me every time he traveled for work. He even kept a video call with me running while showe

A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity. She's mesmerized by his softness, a yearn developed in her belly. Those words, "I like you too," came to the tip of her mouth as butterflies flew inside her stomach with their proximity but never came out. Tanvi was striving to resist the temptation caused by his charm when he was this close. Her heartbeat increased drastically. A slight movement of her face will brush his stubbled cheek. The thought itself made fire rush up to her cheeks.

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.