Paranoid Love Novels & Stories

Hit it, no rubber would never let no one touch her Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffering Intense, this shit, it gets dense She knows when I'm out of it like she could just sense She'd be down for whatever, never gotta convince. (I do it, no condom, I'd never let nobody touch her I swear, we got our way, man, she's so stubborn But what the fuck is love without pain, without suffering Intense, this shit, it gets thick She knows when I'm out of my mind, like she can just feel it She'll take anything, I never had to convince her)

And my heart was stabbed by a hundred knives. “Stupid! Why are you crying when you didn't even really love me and betrayed me? But my love, you have totally changed, you can even hold a sword like that,” my mind said and I smirk, I don't know what emotion I should feel right now. Anger! Pain! Loneliness! I continued walking, I'm looking at every corner of this place, and saw nothing. "I guess my love escaped again this time," I muttered as the sound of hissing air is all over the place.

Dear Fans, Words cannot express how immensely satisfied I feel to get every single view.Hope everyone is doing well in these troubled times, today being the 12 th day of May 2021.During this stressed situation I have made a meagre attempt to disperse the broadest spectrum of colours in your life.Though denied by majority of so called wise and sensible people Romance remains and will remain to be the dominant factor in instilling the lost spirits in us.By Nature's default lust will always remain invincible.The chariots of Venus will always carry us to our dreamworld and the cupid's arrow will continue to pierce young and old hearts alike .It is fruitless and futile trying to supress the hormo

She would never. She hated her illness She hated herself And no matter what promises she makes to him She will always hate herself for what she did today. She knew her love for him was taking a nasty turn It was making her loose the little insanity she had It was making her crazy in love. And she herself was afraid of her love for him . Because it had crossed all boundaries and logics It relied on instincts And that's why it was a dangerous love.

I grab a petal from a flower on the window sill, doing the worse thing ever for my mental health. The he loves me not. I love to torture myself. Yes, I do. "He loves me." "He loves me not. " "He loves me. " "He loves me not. " The final petal says he loves me but I toss it because he's an asshole, so it doesn't matter if he loves me.

Markson, instead of it being the other way around. "Love has a way of making people act foolishly. I can't believe I'm stooping so low because of love," Daniel reflected, releasing a heavy sigh as he got into his car.

My heart pumps as she confesses loving me unconditionally. "I tried my best, Hannah, to act like It was okay. Bullshit because It's driving me crazy, killing me so deeply that I can't even control myself. I love you so much, Hannah; ignoring you and immersing myself in liquor is the only escape I see." She was staring at me as if begging for something that I couldn't give.

not letting her finish her sentence, he place a piece of beef in her plate As he smiled brightly Infront of her, not giving her a choice but to accept his bribe 'i can't have her mention about Somme feelings' He thought, determine on not letting her utter a word about anything regarding of Love, As she ask the first question, he knows that she will confess his love for him, right her...right now "Mr. Parker?" He couldn't hear her, he who had been occupied in his mind that is filled with plans about sabotoging her confession

“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?”

We pour the illogical, contradictory mess of us into the Resonance—the times we forgive each other for no reason, the moments of sheer, stubborn loyalty that defy all common sense, the way a single, stupid joke can dissolve a day’s worth of resentment. Our love is not a symphony. It is a cacophony. A traffic jam of emotions. A beautiful, terrible, irrational mess. The Anti-Chorus turns its attention to us. I feel its focus, a vast, hungry intellect reaching for our song, ready to appreciate its unique structure, to file it away in the great library of silence. It touches the edges of our projected chaos. And it recoils. It cannot process this. There is no pattern. No clean geometry. Just a s