Love Without Truth Novels & Stories

He placed a kiss on Justine's forehead, cradling him close to him. Justine felt his heart swell from too much pain as he cried even more, hoping that by doing so, the pain would vanish with his tears. Bob is right. His only fault is loving too much to the point of hurting himself. However, even a loving heart has limitations. And right now, Justine's heart has reached its own. He could only take so much... but this time.. this time... He knows the pain is already unbearable. And there's only one thing left for him to do.

"A peace that is built on lies is not peace at all." The words cut through the room like a knife. Eleanor held the sheets to her body, her whole body shuddering. "Please," she whispered, choking on her tears. "I can't lose you. Not like this. I know that I've failed you, but my heart always belonged to you. Each day, each year, I loved you. I still love you." Her desperation was raw, almost unbearable to watch. But Nicholas' eyes were cold. “Love without honesty is poison. And you fed me poison for decades.”

“I had to. I needed space to think. To figure out whether this was real.” Julian walked toward her, slowly, like a lion stalking. “And what did you decide?” Grace met him in the middle of the room. “That I love you. But love without truth is poison. And right now, our love is dying.” Julian’s breath caught. She had said it, she loved him. But she was right. The lies between them were venomous. He cupped her cheek gently. “Then let’s rip out the poison. Together.” Grace nodded, eyes glistening. “Together.”

After all these years of entanglement, I no longer had the strength to love him. The people with me now were my true treasures. I held my daughter and took my beloved's hand. I never returned to my home country again.

“How could you believe these, I never once made you doubt my loyalty to you even as your contracted wife, Ethan.” “I know Elah, I allowed my jealousy to get the better side of me.” “Ethan, how do I know this is not just another of your games?” I asked, skeptical. He shook his head, despair in his eyes. “I lost everything, Elah. I lost you. I lost myself. I can not change the past, but I want to make amends.” “If I was joking, I wouldn't be here kneeling in public and telling you how much I want you Elah. You have shown me what true love really is. I had not experienced the kind of love you showed me during those times we were together.”

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

“I mean, before you knew he was the demon sent to destroy your life. How could someone just decide to fall in love with a woman while secretly planning to murder the little one growing inside her?” Zia clenched her jaw, her fingers tightening into fists. “I’ve thought about that too, deeper than I should have. It was careless to believe that love is a good thing. Love is just an illusion, a twisted game people use to get what they want.” Mira let out a dry chuckle. “I bet it is.” She walked to the window, staring at the street below. “Look at me and Nia, your sister. I broke up with her before because I thought I couldn’t date a junkie. I mean, I had standards, Zia. How could I let myself be

Just the truth said aloud. I swallowed, let my fork drop against the empty plate, the tart long forgotten in the shadow of what his words stirred in me. “I don’t know what I feel anymore,” I said. “I think I stopped trying to label it the moment everything got… messy.” Alessandro chuckled, not unkindly. “Messy is where the truth lives, Sarah. People pretend love is clean, but it’s not. It’s chaotic. Loud. Unforgiving. Beautiful. And painfully human.”

Disbelief washed over her features. " So, fabricating signatures isn't my father's only expertise; he also spins elaborate lies." She let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Love? Is that the rumor now?” She shook her head, her honey-blonde hair catching the moonlight. "I don’t believe in love. Never understood the hype it's just endorphins, a chemical reaction. I don't see why poets and novelists romanticize it as the answer to all problems. Love throws the world into chaos. It’s the reason people act foolishly, obsessively. Love is a haze. A pain in the ass—the kind you don’t want."

The cassock and the trousers beneath it did little to dissuade the discomfort. Mother Grenis held a lengthy prayer over them. She blessed them and reminded them of Truth's love, and how they were as much a significant part of Truth's plan as the mothers of the church were. "...For where there is love, so also is there wrath," she said. Sethlzaar knew the phrase. It was a part of the scriptures. "For Truth loves his children, those who would flock to him and those who would choose to rebel. And in his love, he would punish those who refuse him, accepting to harm the innocent with their ways. For he is indeed a loving father. And where there is love, so also is there wrath." The Scriptures of