Love Without Truth Novels & Stories

“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?”

“Because I’m not telling you this for your sake. I’m telling you because you deserve to know, and our child deserves the truth, no matter how messy it is.” Edward shook his head, his disappointment deep into his wrinkled features. “Lorenzo, you have created chaos in your own life. It’s time you started fixing it, if that’s even possible.” Lorenzo turned back to Zia, his voice cracking. “I will make this right, Zia. I promise.” But Zia shook her head. “Promises mean nothing to me anymore, Lorenzo. I’ve heard enough of them to last a lifetime.”

oh right, he had never fallen in love before so chances are he doesn’t know what it felt like to be in love. “What if you find out somehow that Paul isn’t who he says, May be he’s a fraud or maybe he lied to you from the very beginning”? Sarah remained silent at his question; she had no answer to give him. The thought of Paul being a fraud, lying to her or even cheating on her made her brain hurt. On the other table, Niklause tried hard to start off a conversation with Allison while she just remained quiet. He fiddled with words in his head, picking the ones he felt were most suitable for the atmosphere.

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."

GWEN Who said it was easy to let go? They were all damn liars! Bloody blasted liars who stooped so low to write for fame even though at the detriment of the truth. It was a mere fallacy. True love is destructive as it is healing. I discovered that the hard way.

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

Just truth. “And because I knew…” He swallowed. “I already loved you more than I ever did her.” The air collapsed between them. For a moment, neither moved. Leora’s heart felt like it had been thrown into a furnace. Her entire body burned from the inside out, and still—still—part of her wanted to lean in. To believe him. To forgive. But the rational part—the woman he’d raised through fire and secrets—held the line. Her voice broke as she said, “Love without truth isn’t love, Allerick. It’s a cage you build with silk.”

I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship. My mom loved my father so much and I watched everyday as it wrecked her. He was so undeserving of her love. I turned my head to look at Bowie again, and somehow, I don’t think that fear mattered here, because she deserves more than I’m giving to her. I wanted nothing more than to tell her how I truly felt but the words just wouldn't come. So instead, I whispered the only thing I could. "I'm right here." She stirred slightly, burrowing deeper into my chest, and a soft murmur escaped her lips.