Love Without Fear Novels & Stories

"Don't you love me? If you don't, then why? Why have you always been so good to me?" "Because I promised your father," he stated, his voice deliberate and stern. "I have no romantic feelings for you. The only person I love is Cammy. Given the circumstances, it is best for you to be abroad." As he spoke, he took out his phone to begin the arrangements. With a sob of desperation, Chloe snatched a fruit knife from the hall table and raised it to her wrist. Jonathan moved faster, wrenching it from her grasp. The blade sliced deeply across his palm. She stared, horrified, as blood welled and dripped to the floor.

I walk away and leave him calling my name. Did I just make a mistake? Can I be loved? No, I’m too damaged to be loved or to love in return. Love gets you killed. But fear, now that I can use. It is better to be feared than loved. And they will know what fear is.

I instinctively stepped back. Miles seemed hurt by my reaction, and his emotions erupted. He stammered while grabbing my arm, "How could you come to this godforsaken place without telling me? Are you really planning to stay here forever? "I've told you countless times, Nora doesn't threaten your position! Come back home with me, please? We can get our marriage license right away and have a grand wedding! I'll give you everything I have!" I gave him a brief, cold glance and let out a faint laugh. My reaction left him utterly confused. It was as if his confidence had been drained.

“Sorry doesn’t erase the fact that when it mattered most, you chose not to believe me.” I sank onto the chair opposite him, my knees pressing together, hands clasped so tightly they hurt. “You’re right,” I whispered. “I chose wrong. But Liam, I love you. I love you so much it scares me. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? I’ve been loving while afraid, always waiting for betrayal, waiting for loss. I don’t know how to love without fear.”

It’s difficult for a mother to watch her child suffer. “Love is dynamic. Your father and I realized our feelings for one another late but not without the pain, revenge and strife that comes with hatred. Take my words seriously Is easy to hold onto fear than to search deeper for the know. The truth might set you free but the bondage of fear is a self inflicted romantic charade. Search for the truth and in that you’d get what you seek and whatever decision you chose to take I would support you.” My palm pats his arm reassuringly and I see him take deep breaths.

“Sabe…” “But I’m afraid,” Sabatine rushed on, the words tumbling out now, raw and unfiltered. “I’m not afraid of the world coming for you. I’ll stand against all of it. I’m afraid that loving you… that this…” he gestured weakly between them, “…will destroy me. The me that I know. The one who survives by being alone, by being hard. This love… It's so big. It requires a different person. A person I don’t know how to be. And I’m scared that in trying to be him, I’ll break. That I’ll fail you. That the fear of losing you will become a poison that ruins what we have.”

I whispered to Darius. The Original froze, and suddenly, the grip on my throat trembled. Because it understood what I really meant. Love without possession, without desperation and without fear controlling it. The one thing it couldn’t corrupt. Darius’s eyes flashed gold again violently, then darkness screamed.

I looked at him—the ocean breeze pressing his shirt against his body, showing how fit he was. I hesitated. My mom’s warning echoing—never get into a car with a stranger. My fingers twitched to text Brenda, to make an excuse. But he kept his distance, and somehow my fear eased. Against my better judgment, I nodded. I took his offered hand to pull myself up from the driftwood and we started walking toward where he had parked his car. What I hadn’t expected was the kind of car he drove to the beach. The Lamborghini wasn’t just a car—it was the kind that screamed at poor college girls like me: Don’t even breathe near me, you’ll scratch the paint.

“Now, let’s spend a bit more time getting to know each other, hmmm?” “Ok, I have a question. Is it better to be loved or feared?” “That’s a tough one. I suppose I would rather be feared. Fear lasts longer than love. It would be nice to be both but it’s not possible so, if I had to choose, I would prefer to be feared.” “Why?”

But there didn't seem to be any. "Actually, I've had enochlophobia since I was a teenager. It's a fear of crowded places," Liam said. "I haven't felt it in a long time because I've always lived alone. But earlier, when we were at the mall, the fear felt so heavy because I'd been suppressing it for so long and not feeling it." "Oh my God," Ericka muttered. "Why didn't you tell me about that? If I'd known, I definitely wouldn't have forced myself to go to the mall and look for that client's order."