Paranoid Love Novels & Stories

10 letters 3 word 1 sentence that haunts humanity through the ages Or is it an excuse to do the stupid of things you’ve been itching to try What is Love? I once loved a girl and so I had to kill for her but don’t worry it’s all good because I did it for love I mean you have to protect what you love right? Like a free loose Avenger looking for a lesser version of Loki to pound Like a deranged psychopath looking for some justification while carrying out his hobby Killing people I mean So yes the story of the man that gave his heart to a girl in the name of Love is not only the scariest but also the cutest

How they’d decided to answer with the one thing it couldn’t twist easily: deliberate, unedited affection. “Love-bombing a parasite,” I said when they were done. “Bold.” Selene winced. “We didn’t really think it through. I just… couldn’t stand letting it define us that way.” I stepped closer and pressed my palm briefly to her cheek. “I’m not criticizing,” I said. “I’m saying: good. That’s the one thing it doesn’t understand.” Ronan frowned. “Affection?” “Choice,” I corrected. “Real choice. Parasites don’t choose their hosts. They latch on to whatever’s weakest. Everything it’s shown me has been about escape—being free of obligation, free of risk. I don’t think it understands choosing to stay

She could feel his emotions, and sometimes she thought she could hear him in her head. She had tried to escape him; she had tried to resist him, and now, as her body cooled and numbed, and as she watched the small snowflakes fall above her, she realised and accepted that something within herself that she had been fighting ever since the first time she saw his intense eyes staring at her in the college library. Now, as her heart slowed and her consciousness started to fade, she reached out for the first time using that strange connection and whispered. {“I’m sorry… Kryon... I love you…”}

rina, of what she did, of what she wanted to do, of what she would have done, if I hadn't been there, if I hadn't searched, if I hadn't found, if I hadn't saved my father, saved the truth, saved what she wanted to destroy, what she wanted to kill, what she wanted to erase, annihilate, make disappear, like Viviane, like Gérard, like everything that stood in the way of her path, her plans, her lies, her secrets, her crimes, and I think of her love, of her way of loving, a way that was not love, that was never love, that was something else, something I can't name, something that resembles fear, hatred, jealousy, possession, everything except what a mother should feel for her daughter, even a da

Standing up I walked towards my open bag, folding the clothes I kept on top and putting it in place into the bag. Exhausted, I sat on the floor staring out of the window as the sun peeked through into my bedroom. I smiled, the sun felt nice as I raised my hands and used my fingers to touch the sun rays. Soft breezes blew my black hair which was untied as it flowed down to my waist. Why do I feel paranoid? Why am I restless? Is it because my baby is coming? I don't know what to do, I just want my baby to be safe and everyone I care about to be safe and alive. I do not want to lose anyone again.

It was as if our bodies were made for each other, our love igniting a passion that couldn't be contained. As we reached the peak of our passion, Marco's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Ti amo," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I love you too," I whispered back, my heart overflowing with emotion. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would conquer all. Nothing could ever tear us apart. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.

They were so close it seemed like the next logical step. She shook her head, drawing a curious gaze from Sarah. This was Mike she was getting jealous over, not some guy at school. This was so wrong. Why did she feel so strongly about it? It felt like someone had opened a flood gate and this wave of emotion had poured out. She'd never felt anything so strongly before. All through high school and in her first year of college, she'd never been remotely interested in anyone, boys or girls. Now someone had turned on these feelings and she was finding herself wanting to express the love she held for him physically, yes fuck him, sisters be damned.

It came directly from his heart. This is what I wanted for him right? For Mr Reid to help so he could be free and I'll end up with Mason. But why does it feel so wrong? Why am I having a choked feeling deep inside? Someone turned on the mini stereo in the room locked away by R.City began blasting through. If I got locked away, And we lost it all today, Tell me honestly. Would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws, And if I couldn't be strong,

I stare at him, this man I love, this man who’s supposed to be my peace, and all I see is someone I’m starting not to recognize. My throat tightens. “Then maybe I need to find a world that isn’t yours.” I turn and head upstairs before he can stop me. In the guest room, I lock the door, slide down with my back against it, and try not to cry. But the tears come anyway. I tell myself he’ll come. He’ll knock, he’ll apologize, he’ll say he didn’t mean it. But an hour passes. Then another. Nothing. Just silence. And in that silence, I feel the old Dante creeping back in. The dark, paranoid version I thought I’d left behind. The one who mistakes love for possession and control.

Love. END