Maniac Love Novels & Stories

Our gazes met and I saw the familiar emotion in it. The love in his eyes. He was in love with me. Vayden Bevine was in love with Viana Bevine. Everything was perfect. Then, what went wrong? ###

Even just for today. I was just sitting in my bed looking nowhere. I saw my laptop in my bedside table. I picked it up and opened it. I opened my Spotify app and played my favorite song. The One That Got Away I don’t know why I love this so much, but one thing is for sure. The beat is amazing and peaceful, but at the same time, the words are knives piercing through my heart. I sang to the song and enjoy myself. In another life I would be your girl

I said, “My lover is a vampire after all. I’ve had plenty of opportunity.” “’Twas no aphrodisiac, my love. What you experienced was the art of love making… real love making,” he cooed. “Can I help it if I drive you wild?” “Oof!” I grumbled and stomped behind the screen to clean myself up as best I could.

"I was trying from months to find glimpse of my brother inside Manik but he never treated me any better than stranger ...... Eventually I lost all my hopes of finding him back but this way I realised he still loves me" "Don't mind me, but it sounds funny that Manik can love anyone". "U r judging him wrong ...... U don't know him, he is extremist ...... If he will love any person na, then it's limitless ...... There is no limit to his passion and he can do anything, literally anything".

How he craved it rough when we lost all sense and wilded out, breathless and reckless and— I clenched my jaw and slammed the mental door shut before the past could crawl out completely. “You really are an asshole,” I uttered under my breath. “Nah,” he corrected lightly. “You love me.” “Delusional.” “Factual.” “There was no love between us, Ricochet,” I said sharply. “There were signed papers, Adriana, and nothing else.” I glued my eyes to the window, watching traffic paralyzing the streets like it always did.

Kabir utter with almost gritted teeth. " Kabir don't know whether am doing right or not but i won't marry anyone beside her. " Manik said and went back to his room. Kabir close his eyes accepting his defeat before manik. He has to accept that manik is head over heels in love with that innocent girl. That time she was in 8th class when manik was the head boy of the school. They both have don't any clue where she must have been. It's been 10 years since they both separate but manik is still in so much love with her.

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

Jade stands a few feet away from the door and smirks. "Don't let all the flattering go to your head, you're still nothing but a pawn to Zion" "If you're going to be a mistress you should at least have some shame, don't you think?" "What are you talking about? The one who isn't loved is the mistress. Beside I was there first" "What kind of twisted logic is that?" "A mistress is person who sleeps with a married person, I'm married to him, you aren't." "Why am I even arguing with you? I look insane"

And that did not make things better. I twisted the engagement ring on my finger and reminded myself exactly why I didn’t need a relationship, with Jake or anyone else. I didn’t want anyone to own me. Didn’t want anyone to control me and manipulate me with my own foolishly emotions. I had seen how it worked, what love did to you, what it asked of you. It wasn’t anything I wanted a part of.

Raising my hands, I add, “No one was taken advantage of, there was no manipulation involved, and trust me, we weren’t thinking about you guys when we fell in love. So—” “Love?” Norman asks, standing with his guard fully intact. “You can’t love my sister.” My gaze volleys among them as they each take in the news differently. “I do. I love Madonna very much.” Sitting back again, I add, “None of this was planned. If you would have asked me at dinner in Miami, there was no fucking way I would have seen any path that would have led us here. But here we are.”